What's wrong with me?
Even the hounds won't bite.
The ones you fed me to.
And your fangs break my sticks
Dash me against the stone
To be a ****** carpet for your eyes.
A forest for your lies
Just another skull for your mantle.
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 11:10 PM UTC
Midnight rains the moon on your face
My adolescence strains to remember
My innocence.
Caters to you.
So that too I set ablaze
And strain to remember
Even your darkest side.
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 10:29 PM UTC
I could tell it was over
When the tears dried up
The fire snuffed out
Breathless
Cold
Your scent still lingers
Yet I wish for fresh air
Until it's time for my fire to flicker again
Every time, a little less wax
Every time, a little less of you.
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 11:42 PM UTC
And she sang so fervently.
With such finesse, I forgot my favorite song.
So she repeated it.
And I'll say it again, if I were to love you,
It would mean the end of me.
So I decided to listen.
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 11:03 AM UTC
Shoot the man, grieving over his own grave.
Bury his heart far away so he'll never feel warm again.
Mask the scent with her sweaters and perfume that he loved so much.
She'll come back, like she promised so many years ago.
And their tears will build a forest.
His heart, a mountain.
Her promises, lost in the wind.
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 3:26 AM UTC