For love without passion, will only result into tradgedy.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 11:21 AM UTC
Working
Fingers bleeding
paper cuts, and open wounds oozing dark red
Your face pale as white, haggared bones and exhaustion filling you
Your lips, cracked and ripped as you sit there on your chair, hunched back, working.
Working from the moment the sun kisses the moon, til the moment they part
Holding your hands, I wipe off the blood revealing your flesh colored fingertips
I wipe your face, taking off the grime and the soot,
exposing your rosy red cheeks.
You stop me while saying,
"Stop, we're not done yet."
Looking at me with your hazelnut brown eyes,
Shimmering under the light that's illuminated your workplace of years.
You wipe your face, take off the bandages covering your tender fingertips and hunch back over.
Staring, all I could mutter was,
"Beautiful."
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
Fumbling hands
Racking through my brain for the words that would be able to explain everything. Everything that I've felt.
No words found.
Rarely, do I find myself lost and stunned. Like a deer caught in headlights, staring. Unable to act.
But you.
What've you done.
Causing me to rack through my brain only to come up with nothing because
No words can describe. Only feelings can show.
One day
One day, Ill show you.
How
Important
You
Are
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
Just like water slipping through your finger tips, no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, it'll drip.
Droplets slowly falling and crashing to the floor like everything you've built and everything that you've done.
Broken, shattered, may you call it what pleases you, but in the end, as if already doomed from the beginning, it is all for naught.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
And you go on about these stories of the men you've been with. Not one, not two, but tens of them.
I look at you with eyes
Doing my best to understand why
Why a girl like you
Has been let go of so many times
I try my best to understand
What drove you to go to all these men
Because in the end,
All ive known is loneliness
For years I was alone
Feeding off of my own shadow
Pretending to be happy, when in reality, im lonely
But i got used to it
The absence beside me wasnt a blank space anymore
It was filled with things like demons and angels
And with that i learned to be alone
And then you came and i opened up that space again
In the exact shillouhette of your round face
Your slouched shoulders that i find oh so cute
Your bossom filled with emotions you wont show
And your body that looks oh so beautiful
I opened it up
Just for you
And now i ask you
Please dont let that be an empty space again
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
How deep are the roots of hopelessness as you've decided to give up on everything you've held dear
Tell me
And slowly, I'll pull each one out, gently as to not damage your fragile heart.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
I jumped on a freight in Monticello,
Didn't know where it was going - you
Had given up on me, baby -
So, I'd given up on you.
A rumbling song as the train rolled on,
I had plenty-a shine to drink-
I was trying anything I could,
So I wouldn't have to think.
Few and far between
Are the hopes I'll ever have
Of loving someone who's loving me.
I've been taken to pity,
Like surely others have.
All of my dreams
Are few and far between.
I could still remember how
You said you wished that I would leave.
I'm giving you what you wanted.
Something you can believe.
You won't hear from me, anymore.
I know that to you I'm dead.
I won't ever haunt you,
Like your words that won't leave my head.
Few and far between
Are the hopes I'll ever have,
Of loving someone who's loving me.
I've been taken to pity,
Like surely others have.
All of my dreams,
Are few and far between.
The boxcar slowed in the railway yard.
I jump off - the gravel cut up me knee.
I heard them barking, so I took off a'running.
The dogs were closing in on me.
I made it to the Vieux Carr'e
Before the St. Louis clock struck three.
Tell the children I love them.
Or better, tell 'em not to think of me.
Few and far between
Are the hopes I'll ever have,
Of loving someone who's loving me.
I've been taken to pity,
Like surely others have.
All of my dreams,
Are few and far between.
I'll always wish it was different.
I hope you find somebody new,
Hope you find the kids a daddy
Who's good to them and you.
I hope you know that I really tried
To be the man you needed me to be.
I couldn't keep you from happiness,
You couldn't keep me from being me.
Few and far between
Are the hopes I'll ever have,
Of loving someone who's loving me.
I've been taken to pity,
Like surely others have.
All of my dreams,
Are few and far between.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC
Maybe i should feel less
Love you less
Think about you less
Cherish you less
So that no matter what you do, I wont get hurt
But I cant.
I cant let you feel the pain of that little boy crying in the shower while balled up into his knees
I cant let you feel the pain of that little boy thinking about jumping off every building
I cant let you feel the pain of that little boy as he brings that sharp knife closer and closer to his wrist
I cant let you feel the pain Ive felt
So come here, and break me. Ill welcome you with open arms.
Ill be fine
As long as I see your beautiful smile
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
And with each message I've sent to you
I've sent a part of my heart
And with each message you've walked by from
A little part of me dies inside
Lets hope I last til the end of the night
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC