don't remember who you are
it will shower you with the vastness
the blank spaces of your body will not be filled with them
you cannot show them who you are
you are no one
do not remember who you are
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
apologies are nothing
but lifeless letters until you breathe meaning
into the spaces between each and every word
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
I'm sorry if I annoy you with my clingyness.
I just miss you
I'm sorry if I ask a lot.
I just want to know you better; how your day was
I'm sorry if I get mad when you don't reply.
I just really want to talk to you
I'm sorry if I get jealous.
I just don't want to lose you
And I'm sorry if I can't make you happy.
I wish I could
Just tell me to stop and I would.
Even though it's difficult.
Even if you're on my mind daily.
I would be lying if I say you're always on my mind but I'll admit you almost am.
Every little thing I see somehow resembles to you.
The scent I smell in the air sometimes becomes your scent, making me look for you.
Honestly, you're my drug.
Your scent,my ecstasy.
Maybe because I feel you're close when I remember it.
You don't have to reply without emotion.
You don't have to make it that obvious.
*Let me down hard.
Let me know even if it'll hurt.*
Because darling, it's better than thinking I would ever have a chance
Lastly, I'm sorry for not being enough, for loving you when you make me feel like you don't want me to.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
I shake but don't cry
I laugh but don't smile
I look but don't see
strange knowing I'm merely alive
seeing my life
apart from myself
I die when you say her name
I die all the time
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
My untold fortunes are already
discovered inside the mind of
his blue eyes
but the grass inside them turns
green with anger and I
flee with laughter as he chases me
and when he gets me maybe I'll know why I ran
because when he gets me Ill know how slow it was
to run from yourself in someone else's head
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 7:38 PM UTC
and so we live in a world where the fats kids get picked last, and trying to be cool becomes aligned with being a loser. and it will never be okay to not look like an angel. because today angels are models who feed us lies and convince little boys that the bodies of women are things. because today, you and me are different so we dont like each other, and no girl who is pretty on the inside is ever pretty on the outside because she is used for that ******* thing you call *** and she knows it.
and I get asked if i have cancer, or if im a ******* boy because I look like one. right?
because the world we live in today is full of glass ceilings all painted sky blue
and the girl who is weird and looks not like you is an outcast
and you feel good about yourself when you say nice things to her, because no one else does but you only say it to make yourself feel good. don't you.
and stores that serve women with wide hips and fat ***** are all plus. because the majority of us are force fed lies by these ******* men who believe that if we aren't fit to **** then we aren't fit to love ourselves.
and kids who cry at school
and the boys who love their bestfriends
and the moms and dads who dont know where their little kid went
they all are lost
and they all are lost because we led then astray then ran away from them with snickers of peer pressure filled laughter.
and you will look back on that day with remorse but remember it was okay because it was funny.
but it will never be funny to be mean, and it will never be funny to pick on those who admire you
and I would never admire you
because you pick on those who do.
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 1:22 PM UTC
One day, I'll look up
and remember how easy it was to love you.
I'll feel your knees behind mine
the caress of a split lip across my wet cheek
I'll know the smell of you in the morning
and the soft places you shared with me.
So until then, I hope I don't forget
all of these things that I hate so much
because if it wasn't so **** easy,
maybe it would of been easier for me to leave.
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
I live in a town where my english teacher thinks they
actually talked like that in Shakespeare's plays.
I live in a town where being Catholic is good because then
you don't wear condoms.
I live in a town filled with backwoods principles and
the blackest white people you'll ever meet.
It's a town where it's not okay to be gay,
and you're a minority if you're not homophobic.
I live in a town where the people in the nicest cars have the best,
easiest jobs;
but the weakest minds.
And when you step outside you're door here, you'll see the
tar filled lines is the street with 10 guys
leaning on shovels as the rookie does 11 fold work.
So if you ever are driving through the province where our good
Stephen Harper *****
make sure you don't stop for coffee along the way.
Because Darling, this place is hell on earth.
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
Doubt is like a drug.
An infestation of the mind
It will eat away at you until all you are
is a whimpering ball of madness
once it's implanted,
you will never return to the
white linen innocence your ignorance gave you
but instead you'll stand
waiting for the worst to come crashing down around you
the conversations will offer no resolutions,
no lingering sense of hope
only more doubt.
it can wait
lay stagnant in your dark places
until you reach back too far
and it will return with a force unknown.
This is when you became.
when that madness was no longer just a part of you;
but it became you with a helpless body clinging to it.
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 12:10 AM UTC
You said I didn't make sense
but then you stopped to hear my words
not the noise I was making
you felt the way my words carried from my mouth
and it was then when you realized I was right.
that I really did love too much
and it was also then
that my love made you.
it made you leave
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC