This temporary emptiness
feels equivalent to a million wine glasses.
You're fragile, drunk, and dying.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 2:17 AM UTC
How amazing is it
that human beings have the capacity to love things?
My heart, she
is a muscle,
an *****
a symphony in my body.
Her tissue is made up of courage and strength,
but she shows me;
It's okay to be weak.
I love her,
more than I have loved anything.
Her positivity flows through my veins,
the beauty of my bloodstream.
She is the reason I think and breathe;
for that, I owe her everything.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC
So, here's the thing.
I think I forgot how it feels to be alive.
I know what you're thinking
how could you ever forget something
so simple, so mindless, so ******* beautiful
such as the life that chose to be lived by you?
It's complicated, exhausting, and honest-to-god terrifying.
I've never been more afraid to be afraid
But I'd be lying to you if I said
I would ever give up trying.
I'm slowly learning not to sink
through loving, learning, heart-beating.
I'm remembering the concept you could not grasp
Happiness is nothing but a feeling.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 4:39 AM UTC
The river's current was supposed to be weakened by the barricade
but the bags of sand and the bricks of clay that once gave her closure,
reside years beneath her murky water.
Where do broken hearts go?
Do they get lost at sea?
Do they float?
Do they still beat?
Or do they find a home?
Perhaps it will reside with the girl
who thought her warmth could thaw he who was cold and ******
She couldn't, though,
because his alluring bed of rocks broke more than just her bones.
Because you see, her barricade that was weakened by the river
caused her lungs to fill with that murky water.
She wasn't lost.
She didn't float.
There was no longer a heartbeat,
so she no longer had a home.
When I looked myself in the mirror,
I couldn't help but choke.
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 2:45 AM UTC
If he said it was right
to wake in the morning & wish to go back to bed.
To be so full of life,
then so full of these feelings for whom I've never met,
only in death,
I'm not sure if they were even a person yet. They must've been; I created it.
It was half of me and half of him, & I think I wanted it.
I've labored a shrivel of death,
far too many times to try to forget.
Back and forth in my head.
Do I regret it?
If you never let it take a breath,
then why is it dead?
That's what he said.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
I didn't choose to sink,
but I refuse to drown.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
What if tomorrow I wake
...and I don't feel anything.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
Last December
I remember it clearly
The snow fell as I did
You watched me crumble
The wind threw me
You don't remember do you?
Your words frozen
You're a bad habit
I didn't know it.
Even now into the months of summer
I'm still thawing
I'm frostbitten
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
A jumbled mess
An abyss of nothingness
Often angry at happiness
That had come and quickly passed
The empty notebook on my desk
As empty as my conscience
Unconscious
But I'm cautious
Of the beauty I've lost
But dearly missed
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC