It scares you to be happy but that is exactly what broke your heart.
You told me not to face the ground, dig my head into the sand, why can't you take a look up anyhow?
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 8:19 PM UTC
Feelings are very confusing and complicated for me.
It takes me years of bitterness and haterd to realize love.
Months to understand sadness.
And decades to feel any sort of emotions.
Until I see feelings whether they were mine or belonged to someone feeling any towards me, I spend my days smoking them out.
And by the time I realize, its little too late!
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
Let me lick you down baby
let me enjoy the maze
You can tell I been in flames
Baby come on don't leave me in pain
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC
Hey,
I don't know your address.
I hope you never read this.
My therapist says that this is the way to get it all out of my head.
I was under the impression
that writing to someone
ended in burning the evidence.
That it was a kind of healing ritual.
Cleansed by the flames.
But no,
electronic almost-correspondence
appears to be the answer.
Here goes:
I got drunk today.
It seemed like the thing to do.
There was a couch,
it was grey.
Yeah, that one. The red wine stain
is still on the underside
of the cushion cover.
I prefer white.
I sat on the couch.
That's what they're for, couches,
so not much of a surprise, I guess.
But I don't know what to say,
I'm filling the void with
obvious facts.
I didn't even use a wine glass.
I filled a pink mug
full to the top.
Had to sip off the rim of it
so it didn't overflow as I carried it into the sitting room.
With the bottle of wine,
of course.
And I drank.
So I'm drunk now.
I keep laughing.
Of course, I'm not a happy drunk,
but everything is
wrong
anyway.
There's no one around to
tell me to shut up,
for one thing.
Not that I would mind
if there was.
It would fill the silence.
A silence punctuated with
pathetic little
giggles,
as I mentioned before.
I'm not sure what I'm laughing at.
Could be the man outside yelling at his car,
the alarm has been on for an hour now.
Maybe it's the fact
that you took the kettle with you,
and I haven't bought a new one.
I make tea in the microwave now.
Ridiculous.
I don't like you.
Not at all. I don't like the way
that you can't seem to
say anything of importance
and I don't like the way
that your absence
is like
it's like
being stabbed, but that's not enough I feel like I don't have the right to claim that kind of physical pain, I don't feel like I have the right to cry or even walk out my own front door for some reason, and for some reason I was not good enough for you even though neither of us tried our best because we thought we were enough but we weren't and I don't have the words to describe what you are to me, or what you were to me, only that grocery-store sushi used to be that pathetic thing you bought at past-eleven-pm-sometime and now I hate it so much that it's the only thing I can eat and I
I don't need you.
I don't. It's impossible for me to need you,
in the scientific, explainable
rational sense.
But explain it for me,
please.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 8:00 AM UTC
let's fall tragically in love
drink too much
and then fall tragically in lust
because I would like to stop and take a break
from destiny- I would like to pause and stop
who I must be, for just a moment,
let it go, forget it all, make this night
like it never happened, no rewinds
marked from the record,
just kiss me, for now;
I'm tired of being dependable
***** filling expectations and following the path
moral obligations and saying the right thing at the right time
I'm tired of being looked up to
'oh, maddie, with the good morals'
**** being respectable
**** being responsible
**** having a reputation
**** it all- just **** me.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 7:57 AM UTC
I find it very strange
how we are all made
from the same elements
formed out of stardust
shaped bones covered in skin
so how come
some girls are pretty
And I'm not
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 7:56 AM UTC
Close the tab —
I want to be a writer.
Not because I'm mightier
than you,
but because it's all
I know how to do.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 7:23 AM UTC
Whenever I think of you,
My lungs lapses to respire.
Whenever I think of you,
My heart forgets to pound.
They say "at least we are under the same sky and we gaze at the same shooting stars and crescent moon"
But what if... That was not enough.
What if, my soul was not fulfilled with romanticized sadness.
What if, I'm drained and shriveled from this sadistic sadness.
What if, the texture of your hair and the shining pearls in your eyes were enthralling for me.
And what if, you were all that to my soul,
and I,
only seeked to be...
complete.
Only seeked to touch you,
tumble between your arms;
to fall in your heart.
These words, were carved on the curves of my lips...
And left me to fumble whenever I surrounded you.
Whenever I think of you,
It is a never ending sadness.
Because I crave to worship you... You do not crave the same.
In fact,
You do not crave me at all.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 7:06 AM UTC
May I dream of you again?
Can I dream of you tonight?
Will I dream of you soon?
Would you let me dream of you?
I wish I can stay stuck in a dream for a little while, to hold your hand.
I'm exhausted of tumbling around looking; for a face that cannot be found.
I'm here without you,
and they tell me it is never too late...
But what if it is?
What if you are gone forever, now?
What do I do, then?
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
I miss you...
I can't get a hold of you... In my dreams... In my life.
But I get ghosts of you following me around, invading my thoughts...
Conscious...
Unconsciously...
I am blessed with a curse.
You are everywhere near me,
Yet I can't enjoy the simple pleasures with you.
Like, touch you... And that, I find myself craving more than to breathe air or eat a meal.
Keep visiting my dreams, I don't know what would I do without you there.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC