A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
I wanted to say,
lock yourself in a room,
scream until you have
a poem and no voice.
Open your veins and bleed
until you know that your bones
are pure words and sorrow.
Act as if you slit your own throat
and all you can bleed
are your own regrets
and all of the darkness
you boxed up for inspiration.
Write your mom a letter,
tell her you're leaving
and you won't be back for awhile
Because being a writer is traveling
through all seven layers of Hell
and denying anything is wrong.
Forget loving yourself
when all you have is a pen and paper
fused to your wrist
and Jesus is tapping at your skull
saying turn back now.
Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning
It's just your soul
clawing at the front door trying to get in.
Learn how to be alone.
Learn how to lose everything you have
in order to feel release,
learn how to only feel deceased
from now on.
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
All I said was
don't
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 10:20 AM UTC
You're always there when I look into the moon,
because then
I look at you too.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
I write for you
though you'll never see it.
I write for you
I write when you're gone
I miss you when you're gone
If you won't see it
strangers who don't know me will.
They don't see your face when they read this
they don't hear your voice
They have their own face to see and voice to hear.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
You were always here for me.
Even when you weren't next to me,
you were in my heart.
At night I looked up in the sky
even if I didn't see the moon
I knew it was there.
I let you go
and I hope you will come back
because the moon
doesn't shine without the sun
and the sun can't rise
without the moon.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
I know that when darkness comes
and I look up in the sky
it may seem
a moonless sky
but I know
the moon will always be there.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 3:33 PM UTC
"It's not the difference I see in him.
It's the difference I see in myself when I'm with you."
She was his sun and he was her moon.
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC
I miss you,
and not in a "it's two in the morning. I'm so lonely, looking through old pictures" kind of way.
I miss you,
in a "my friends are all laughing, and so am I, but somehow you still haven't left my mind kind of way.
I miss you,
and not in a "someone asked me how you were today and I realized I didn't know the answer" kind of way.
I miss you,
in a "nobody has brought you up in months, but I still tell stories about you" kind of way.
I miss you,
and not in a "it's Valentines Day and I'm alone" kind of way.
I miss you,
in a "you did well on a test and I want to be the first person you tell" kind of way.
I miss you.
I don't just miss the idea of you.
I miss you.
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 10:37 AM UTC
I can make you feel wanted
I can make you feel special
I can make you feel loved too
but only if you ask me.
I'm not giving people 100 if
I'm just getting 50 in return.
I won't be here for you
if you aren't here for me.
I can't do you a favor anymore
because you didn't do anything for me.
It's always getting and going
but this time it won't be like this.
Trust me
I know better.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 12:11 PM UTC
You and me were like moon and sun. I was your sunshine and your only will to live,
you were my moon and hugging me in the night.
I was never alone
like you.
You were the dark
the one
everyone was scared of,
except me.
You set me on fire
and burnt yourself.
You didn't mind
but I did.
I didn't want to burn you, so I let go.
Everything we had is over, forever.
You found a new one and I'm wishing you good luck,
we were a dream team but it is over because of me.
If you're reading this
come back and hug me in the dark.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC