I want my world to be as beautiful as the one you see
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
I don't want to be with her because in the long run she only makes me sad
because I'm not good enough to fix her
and I want to fix her
but in the process I only get depressed and frustrated because I'm not good enough
But I still love her
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
I do not want to see the morning
I will not see the sunlight break through windows
because it will never compare to the mornings I spent with you
if the ****** light of day cannot shine on you face I have no reason to see it
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 12:14 PM UTC
I know that it is wrong to complete a puzzle from the inside out
but I think that it is going to be the only way to fill the wholes you've left in me
so now I find myself vacuuming my bed sheets with my nostrils
because I know that the smell of your too short cut hair
is the only thing that will grant me some sleep
I've concluded that it must be your fault that all my lighters have no safetys
I remember cutting my gums every time I'd bite one off for you
Blood just so lighting your cigarette was easier
But things never were made easy for me, were they?
You ran me dry of money, dry of money, dry of tears
So much time spent on you
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
finding little pieces of shrapnel buried in my brain
I can't pluck them out like I would Rose thorns in my skin
but I can feel them shake shake shake like beads in a baby's rattle every time I walk past a girl who can also stare right through the fabric of my being
Airport security always stop me, strips me and is puzzled to find that there no bombs in my bags or on my person.
But what they don't know is that I really could explode at any moment
Brimming over with words to say to you if I could ever see you again
But this time I want to really see you
Not sneak into a hospital
Run past doctors, surgeons, and your parents
Only to catch a glimpse of you being kept alive by modern medicine
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
YEARS AGO
I knew that I liked you
It was your short hair
It was because you seemed unobtainable
NOW
I think that you forgot that I exist
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
it is getting to the point where I am going to die
because with each step we take farther from each other
I feel my hear strings draw taut
they will not snap, the ties that we had a stronger than twine
they must be spider webs
1,000 times stronger than steel
and I'm stuck here, I've stopped running away from you
so each step you will not cut our ties
only tear my heart
and I understand that you can't stand to associate with me anymore
but just keep a steady pace
so I can familiarize myself with the rhythm
of a breaking heart
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 5:51 PM UTC
No one has ever made me feel like you do but you cannot ***** out who I am
My old demons bark at me from the cages that I have locked them in
The reoccurring memories serve as slabs of meat that are throw to the dogs, they rip and tear through ****** flesh
I am sorry that I am not near, not close enough when you need me most
Not close enough for you
I think you should know that every song we used to sing echos endlessly in the halls of my heart, clamoring, smashing, banging all there is to break.
Now let me rest my tired feet, let me re-lace my boots
Because I have been running for far to long from something that is still exactly where I left it.
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC
I can't wait till I'm dead so I can meet my first child
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 4:54 PM UTC
don't read my words
you cannot imagine the limited creative sight that I have come to posses
I look at everything and I only see shaking mirrors
I am not creative, everything is just a reflection
broken glass, refracting pieces of puzzles that we never solved
spread out on the flood, just like you were
open for my taking and there is no mistaking
that I will leave this place
I can only exist as a cancer
that plagues your mind with each associated memory that
flashes by every time you walk past a mirror
I am limited to loving the things that **** me
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 2:13 AM UTC