How do you go about
telling someone that your dinner
consisted of nothing more
than a handful of sleeping pills?
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 10:03 PM UTC
I used to tell myself that I could put you out of my brain without a second thought, to make room for things more “important”, as though you can be compared to last week’s AP history test answers.
Now, I can’t sleep without 10 mg of Melatonin coursing through my veins, following the same path that your touch once took. I wash dishes once, twice, three times, scrubbing harder and harder every time your name passes through my head. All it takes is to hear one syllable of your name; “Did you lock the car?”, “Pay the meter fee!”, and I am gripping the nearest surface with white knuckles.
When I sit in the library, I sometimes allow myself to watch your boney hands through a crack in the office. They are long and thin, with a slight purple tint. They wring with stress that you are now so used too, I bet you don’t even notice it anymore. They move swiftly, as though they have minds of their own. Sometimes, they will hover over an object, a slight uncertainty visible to those who take time to notice. Then they are back to the wringing. How do I know they are yours? Good god, how I wish I could forget.
-I couldn’t go any longer without writing about you
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 8:53 PM UTC
Off limits to the public;
slightly different.
More prominent parts
remain fenced off.
Rusted gate,
sanctuary within a sanctuary
It will strangle everything.
An immigrant,
a dump,
a wasteland with needles.
Soulless.
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 10:18 PM UTC
Too fall in love and not be ready,
is the easiest way to **** someone
from the inside out
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
Loving you
Was a lot like smoking
I knew it was bad for me
But I did it anyways
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC
Why does it matter anyway
If at the end of the day,
I'm not okay
This isn't the first time
Is it such a crime?
To be going through a hard time
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
I was staring at the wall in choir today,
and I realized that people are like orchestra’s.
You can’t know someone completely
by simply listening to them once.
You have to listen a thousand times,
pick out every instrument individually.
And once you do that,
you have to memorize every single cue, note,
and crescendo.
I want to know what his orchestra sounds like.
I want to hear the cello, the clarinet, and the violin
floating along in clippets.
The sound of brass, string, and percussion
all combining in perfect harmony.
The problem is, how can I listen to an orchestra,
when I am too scared to enter the theater?
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 10:36 PM UTC
It was always you
Lovers have come and gone
But I always hoped for "us" in the end
You don't think the same
I know you don't
Because you've never paid attention to me
Ignored my every glance, hello, and wave
It's okay honestly, I've become used to it
Maybe if I changed, then you would like me
Maybe I would finally feel what it's like to be by your side
To hold your hand, and wear your letterman
At football games
All these years, and it was you
I wrote this poem not for myself
Or for past lovers
But for you.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
Thought it'd never end
this continuous descend
Into an undesirable hell
rather be in a jail cell
Your grasp, it was so tight
gave up my will to fight
Someone new came along
And for once, I was strong
I barely think of you anymore
Never wish you were at my door
Don't dare pick up the phone
Even when I'm alone
Oxygen is what I needed
To ensure that I have succeeded
That this war is finally over
And I've got a new lover
I can breathe.
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
To be smart
To be skinny
To be desirable
To be pretty
To be everything
you
ever
wanted
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC