I've spent enough nights with him still inside me
To know that the hole in my heart is not
Nearly as shallow as the one between my legs and
Will not be filled quite so
Easily
To know that no one will find love in
The desecrated temple that is
Me
Once so sacred
Doors swing open for anyone who can
Make me feel special for a few minutes
Call me beautiful and
I'll call him holy
Anoint him with honey
Bathe him with my
Tears
Sacrifice my smile to bask in the sunlight of
His
Arms wrapped around me at night
Hoping that one day we'll make
Love but
For now we just
**** because
The hole in my heart is not quite so
Shallow as the one between my legs
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
always there to
feel what you feel
hear what you hear
cry with your tears
to understand
she's always there to
hold your hand
dry your eyes
make you feel like
someone
gets
you
are in love with her she
is perfect for
you she understands no one
there her
what about her? Who
will
wipe her eyes kiss
away her pain love
her scars but that's
okay she's just
ms. understood
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC
His face, like rain,
That falls and grieves
A simple pain
But he, himself, was like the autumn leaves
His heart a delicately heavy
Stone, he would heave
Into a world unsteadily
Where he himself was a mere autumn dream
His soul was its own universe
Of intricate weave
A sun, patiently waiting to burst
Into a shower of autumn leaves
And as he is the autumn of my dreams
I pray constantly for a summer that never leaves
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
A broken window will want repair
And a broken arm must be treated with care
But what happens to a broken heart?
Do the shards come together and try to mend?
Do they search helplessly for what could have been?
Can anyone tell me how things will end,
For my broken heart?
Do the pieces separate, and freely roam?
Do they long for love, or wish to be alone?
Does anyone know how to make a home,
For my broken heart?
Will my eyes no longer twinkle and my mouth no longer smile?
Will I forget how to love, or be tender and mild?
Does anyone know what life will be while,
I have this broken heart?
Will its love flow out to the empty places in me?
Will my whole body know what it is to be warm and sweet?
Does anyone know the language or beat,
Of my broken heart?
Will all its pieces move as one?
Will they dream of what could be, what is, and what was?
Can anyone find a greater love,
Than that of a broken heart?
While some do not realize that a whole is but two halves
And with a broken heart, they forget how to laugh
So that is why I am proud to love and still have
My beautiful broken heart
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
Morn after morn, He awoke alone
And prayed for her return
Until the truth made itself known
That to have her heart, He'd have to learn
To gather up all of his strength
And fly away from here
To let love carry him any length
And not be driven by fear
*If I stayed the same and did not move,
By the world I'd be left behind
I'd be static in my opinions and views
And be cast from others' minds
So I must evolve in my character
And the things I do and don't believe
Not so much to please another,
But in order to shape my higher self, and make that higher self, me*
With this He made a promise, for today, and not tomorrow
To not be frightened by how the wind blew
To not be kept back by regret and sorrow
And so to his dreams, He flew
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
She came to him one day and said
That She wished to fly
He met her gaze and shook his head
And begged her not to try
Her lips twisted and brows knit
As She failed to understand
Just why He wanted her to quit
And be content on land
An oath, She made, to herself to see
The stars She would explore
Although He said no just let it be
And wished to hear no more
She asked him why She shouldn't go
And why He so loved the ground
For She dreamed of soaring to and fro
And living amongst the clouds
He looked at her, sighed and said
That this journey would only lead
To disappointment in the end
As She would surely not succeed
Encouraged by his stinging words
She set out to do even more
She promised to be just like the birds
To not just fly, but to soar
So for a time, through night and day
She tried again and again
Until the morn She found her way
And rode, gracefully, the wind
She glided, majestically, here and there
And also far and near
And so She told him so, with love and care
That He had nothing to fear
Yet, on the ground He wished stay
And still refused to go
So the two went their separate ways
She flying high, and He perched below
Through his eyes, his sorrows fled
His heart a heavy stone
Because He had known how this would end
With her free, leaving him alone
And He remembered the day She said
That She had wished to fly
For it was not She he doubted, but himself instead
As He had never dared to try
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC
He calls me at 4am
He's never awake past 1
Not unless something bad happened
Something bad happened
The clouds cover the moon, and now it's dark
What's -
Before I can finish, he's talking over me
No.
He's crying over me
It's raining
I'm trying to tell him that everything will be alright
But I don't think he hears me
He's sobbing now
The streets are flooding
I can't take it
Just breathe I tell him
But he can't
He can't breathe
The water from the rain seeps into my room
I am trying to get away
Light bounces off the black metal in his hand
Lightening
But I don't see it
Or maybe I do
I can't think straight
All of the rain
Too much rain
Thunder
It shakes the phone
It shakes my house
It shakes his whole body
It punches its fist through his head
I don't know what to do
That was over a year ago
And it hasn't stopped raining since.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 11:20 AM UTC
If I could go back and relive any moment
It would be the one where
We both thought that you loved me
It would be the one where you called me beautiful
It would be before the scars on my arms
If I could go back
I would go back to that empty house
The one on Bishop
I would go back to that garden where we made love for the first time
I would go back to when we both believed
That there was love to make
If I could go back
I would go back
I would fix the broken windows of our relationship
I would love you until you learned to love me
We should go back.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC