I've been seeing nightmares in my sleep
tryna stay awake so i wouldn't dream
i can feel the demons following me
tryna push me when i cross the streets
it's getting way harder for me to breathe
knowing that your putting curses on me
you're not even here but you're killing me
you're not even here but i can hear you breathe
are you gonna stay with me or will you leave
i can't get over the anxiety
who are you to walk all over me
who are you to stop me from reaching my dreams
you said you're the devil on my shoulder
but you're just a lover turned to enemy
i don't want to be running i want to be free
i don't want to be reminding myself how to breathe
just let me go let me be
just let me go and let me heal
i'm not a robot for you to control
i'm not a toy you make up stories about
i'm just a human who likes to love
you're too sad you have to hide your truths
Jul 24, 2022
Jul 24, 2022 at 12:35 PM UTC
You think you know
all the answers we need
you said it's a stupid secret
we choose to keep
last night you forgot your name
laughed it off and drank some wine
but we both know
you don't know who you are
you don't know what you want
looking for some feelings and connections
you know you won't keep
you think you know
all the answers in the world
yet you still forget your name
Jul 24, 2022
Jul 24, 2022 at 12:26 PM UTC
What is it about cigarettes
that makes them poetic
is it the fire or being
a reminder of death
is it the stink
that pushes people away
but mixes perfectly with
the fingers that so delicately
hold onto the smoke
is it the feeling it gives
when you know
you hate what you do
when you feel a little power
in your fingertips
a nihilistic view of life
is it the lips that
inevitably look sweet to taste
maybe it's the soul in looking for
Jul 24, 2022
Jul 24, 2022 at 12:24 PM UTC
Cigarettes and ***
Distinct odours
Lingering around fingers
Silent night silenced
By an accelerated heartbeat
And deeper breathing
Reality is gone
Glances of solitude
And madness
As night passes
With open eyes
Yesterday’s problems
Still lay unresolved
But peace in mind
Is restored
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 12:51 PM UTC
Why you messing with my head
Said I wanted to be friends
Now you given me the feels
Giving many compliments
Then you disappear again
You're left staying in my head
Hate loving nice boys
Why you gotta be so god ****** nice
You're nice to my heart
But killing my head
You're good with words
Even better in bed
Can't keep you outta my head
You're so honest
You're so kind
You tend to always blow my mind
Left alone on my bed
Hating nice boys- we're just friends
You disappear again
Leaving things left unsaid
Don't know what you're thinking again
Let me be
You're not a nice guy
You deceive
You're not a nice guy
They don't leave
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 2:33 AM UTC
I left my lovers all behind
got enough of being kind
they gave me headaches and sleepless nights
don't have space to keep them running in my mind
Want a warm touch on a cold night
Wanna **** your brains out
won't be thinking for some time
Don't wanna talk
but we'll be up all night
Don't wanna know you
Don't stay the night
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 2:27 AM UTC
Wanting to fall on the knees
in front of someone
anyone who is standing
anybody who cares
begging for help
can't speak
but the body shows the signs
help needed
how can't anyone see
crying
screaming for attention
standing on the stage
bright lights making the body shine
it's brighter than any light
turn it off
turn it off
let it be dark
let it be quiet
can then everything be let out
so that everybody hears
so that someone cares
so that help will come
or has the bystander won
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 11:18 PM UTC
how difficult it is
to write about stuff
to write about anything
without myself
there have been times
when the abstract poems
on my pages have been good
but whenever returned
they seem like nonsense
123123123123
oops the brain was in between the lines
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 5:24 PM UTC
i can't find my scissors
they're lost in my room
room full of stuff
there is barely any room
i don't have any glue
so scissors are important
i cut stickers
papers
my hair
and when i'm angry
i can cut **** up
where the **** are my scissors
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 5:21 PM UTC
With every cigarette
you burnt a hole
in my heart
with every puff
you held the cigarette
longer on my heart
and every day i worried
about your heart
in fear
that i will crush it
you got to me first
and that makes you
even more perfect
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 7:46 PM UTC