just walk,
walk away
get away from me
i cant breathe
please just walk away
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
Isn't everything supposed to happen for a reason?
Why must we suffer for someone else's mistakes?
What makes a person beautiful?
How can somebody tell you they love you and then leave?
Why do we all spend our whole life's searching for the impossible?
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
It's been awhile since our last encounter;
When I laid you to my skin.
We used to be inseparable;
You always were there.
I ran to you when I couldn't handle
The pain I held inside.
My skin was your canvas,
For your ****** art.
I'm strong now,
That's why we've grown so far apart.
I've regained my strength,
From your wicked games.
My scars have become a reminder,
Of our last dance.
I have escaped from your grasp,
I'm finally free.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
do you ever have the desire
to just cut
and
open your skin
and
watch yourself bleed?
not for any reason
not because you want to release
not because you need to cope
not because you are sad
but just because you want to.
it's in those moments,
when it's no longer a coping mechanism
when it's no longer a release
when there's no longer a reason
it's simply addiction
-k.l.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
Please don't speak.
don't let them escape.
Its for you to keep.
I asked you not to fall.
I see it in your eyes.
why do you wish to throw this curve ball?
Oxygen fills your lungs
biting your lip in hesitation.
they burn my soul as they roll off your tongue.
Three words.
I love you
I must have misheard
Alas I did not,
you broke your promise.
my heart in a tight knot
I feel obliged to reply.
the poison leaks from my mouth.
I feel like I'm going to cry.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
*... My eyes,
To mirror your sighs,
I will give you my smile,
To dance with your smile,
I will give you my hands,
For you to paint the beauty
Of the fertile lands
In the hills of Tuscany.
I will give you my open arms
To surround your shoulders,
When you feel cold during the winters.
I will give you my soft kisses
To dry up your tears
On your pale cheeks
So I can chase your fears.
I will give you my memory,
For you to remember
Our forgotten kisses, if any.
I will tell you some of my secrets,
Even the ones from the Pool,
In case you show interest,
And there you would think I'm a fool.
And of course I will give you
My Ocean Blue,
For you to dive into.
But I will never give you
Anything that can hurt you.
Somehow,
You need to know
That I can only give all this
When you come back from the abyss
To which you've decided to depart,
Leaving me alone to dream of you,
With art.*
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
You know those cliched romance movies,
and songs that sing of love that lasts forever,
and those poems that make romance so endearingly nice.
I know you said you're tired of it, you've seen it too much.
It makes you sick, and it makes me sick too.
But if it was you who I would do all those things,
and spend my life with you,
then cliched or not, it will be a dream come true.
Our bodies will change,
and my hands won't be as smooth as you were used to,
but we will share everything together, and all the best and even the worst.
And we may face obstacles too tall for our love,
but then my love for you grows each day I look into your eyes
and see the universe unravel.
So those challenges are no match for us,
because we have a lifetime ahead of us,
and thinking about spending it with you,
is truly a dream come true.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
kiss my ribs and hold my bones
tracing the veins along
my lungs collapsed
begging your shadow to stay.
I was a child
dancing in the eyes of monsters
alive, angry, desperate for nothing to settle
to keep moving, to hurt so little.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
Depression is not,
a vase of flowers.
It is not meant to attract,
or allure.
My scars are not a sign of strength,
just because I didn't nick a vein,
doesn't mean I didn't want to.
Stop romanticizing such a crippling,
fear provoking thing,
because for all we knew, it wouldn't get better.
For all we knew, we were alone,
we didn't hear about the hotlines,
over the music we had blasting to block out the sadness.
Depression is not beautiful,
it is a chemical imbalance,
it is a one way trip to therapy.
It is a tragedy in itself.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
Her heart shattered
like the embers of that cigarette
you just through out your car window.
my heart you just through out the door
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC