I may be hard on the outside
but if you. look closely you'll see
that I am delicate
no more than thin glass
easily breakable
and already shattered
A mosaic of pain
woven in detail to create a dysfunctional me
pieces shoved together haphazardly together in glue
to abstractedly resemble what was once new
and naive
Oct 4, 2024
Oct 4, 2024 at 9:21 PM UTC
She was an ocean
during a storm
with the tide raising
up
up
up
and I was wading through your frigid waters
with stones in my pocket
but your love was worth drowning in
Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 1:10 AM UTC
I soak
My pillows
In tears
So often
That they've
Begun
To grow mold
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 3:31 AM UTC
I wish that, for once when I heard
I Love You
There wasn't an expiration date attached.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 3:28 AM UTC
I think
I outsource love
Because
I don't believe
I deserve my own
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC
If I was there
I'd run my fingers through his hair
Tell him how much I truly care
I'd sing to him softly
and kiss him loftily
I would talk about non-sense
and everything of importance
If I was there
I wouldn't be in such disrepair.
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 10:45 PM UTC
A simple kiss
one gentle caress of the lips
a small tug of the hips
Sends my thoughts in a twist
and my judgment to miss
It's utter bliss
and complete oblivion
Head over heels
My worlds upside down
with you in it's center spinning 'round
and bringing me down.
3/12/2014
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
I’ve been beaten and abused
My body’s been used
My skin I scarred
My heart is left hard
My mind is weak
My outlook is bleak.
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC
I open the windows when it rains
I watch the sky drown the earth the same way the pain of missing you drowns my soul
I smell the wet soil and think of home
of the way the mountains smell in April
of how the beach smells after a storm
With the waves crashing into droplets on the cities edge
I'm not religious but I pray that if I leave the windows open during the storm a droplet from Seattle will find it's way to me in the desert
One with salt from the Pacific and sap from the pines
I pray for a droplet from your home to find it's way into mine
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 5:48 PM UTC
I want to slit my veins open and watch as my life seeps into the drain. I want my body to slowly and painfully go limp and cold.
I want to stiffen up as death is finally able to grasp what little I have left.
I sit on bridges and watch trains pass bellow always wanting to jump in front of them.
I wait at crosswalks always on the look out for a semi with the perfect grill to rip me apart.
I constantly think of driving a car into the barriers of the freeway and hopefully flying out of the windshield and feeling my bones break and crumble
I'm such a ******* disappointment.
Even to myself.
Everyday I'm too cowardly to do the one thing I think about 24 ******* 7.
My blood boils with anticipation for the one time that I will finally end this miserable existence.
I dream about it.
I wake up in the night with the pain of a knife in my chest and am upset when it's not really there.
I am so sorry that I'm not dead yet, dad.
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 12:22 AM UTC