and I can;t even write about it anymore
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC
In a dream I was buried between mountains
Let go of myself and your friends
I didn't say I was ready
I'm always reading ahead
Can I Quell my elitist tendencies
Not be ruled by dependency
A Perfect personality
Using plagiarized perceptions
We use our actions to gain attention
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC
Suppose it is true: occasionally I'd rather be dead
you go on and on about Radiohead
in your car or at the Yuba River
How many nights I would exhaust my lungs or watch as you punished your liver?
Don't you say anything you don't mean?
I look at you with admiration
Words fall from my mouth-
My hair clings to my face-
Between all things I find correlation
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
It's been too long, and for that I am sorry.
The words I had to say
lost importance to me and
truth be told I
didn't think you were even listening anymore.
The long walks we took felt cheated by our shortcuts.
getting lost deep in the woods
just to talk **** and smoke blunts
I want to remember the way my body ached
from passing out on your floor
when it got too late.
We went to the water park
and it was closed.
she muttered "what are we gonna do?"
"what about something crazy? c'mon, you guys dare me???"
So I ended up with a Twin Peaks tattoo
and I know I left without giving it much thought.
but no, I haven't forgot
I'd take you along if you wanted to
I looked at the west coast
and whispered goodbye
as the view of home left my sight
I don't know when I'll be back
-or if even at all
and I might forget to write; but I'll always call.
My number's still the same
but now the bill is in my name
and I swear I'm gonna pay it
someday
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 11:33 PM UTC
some days it's not so bad
I can keep my brain on track
but I can't stand the distance
between us
and I'd be there tomorrow if
I could find a way
I'll pull the money from my piggy bank
if it meant I could stay
just as always there are two sides to this
the love that pulls me towards you
and leaving my friends
we're all growing up and I guess that's okay
but I didn't expect
to love you this way
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 1:10 AM UTC
on a plane with rows of scared faces
first time flyers
exotic new places
but I'm going to east Texas
and I call you when I land
show me that taco place you love so much
you can drive slow, and I'll be holding hold your hand
I think if I was stuck for you for the rest of my life
maybe that wouldn't be so bad
we could hold hands when it gets quiet, listen to the echoes of our breath
I didn't bite my nails in your presence
you made me forget to be anxious
you're changing majors there's major changes and
I wana paint a picture but I don't have a brush/ so I'll use my hands as you did once, I'll be gentile, loving, and smooth to the touch
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
Your things have been bagged, sitting in my closet for nearly
three weeks
theres still the pictures
the polaroids of you
of us
easter with your mom
most days im fine without you
it doesnt mean i dont worry for you though
for how everything is changing for you
i hope you're doing alright
cause im not gonna ask
we decided its better that way right?
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
Anger is ugly
i know this because of the way my father wore it
as the world wore down his patience
he yelled
his voice echoed through the house that my mother fought so hard to keep
working to support me
my baby sister
and his habit
his voice echos now through coridoors of my mind
in silence they follow
they hadn't been able to find me for quite some time
and yesterday they did
my father would break things
he would throw objects when they would not work
he would punch walls when my mother looked at him funny
or when he thought she did
he threw rocks through the windows
and there is still scattered glass on the floor of my heart
My father hit my mother
he grabbed her
he chased her and told her that she would never leave
she was with him
and he would find her
my mother never knew i watched all their fights from the roof of that old house
I don't think she ever will
i dont want to tell you the details, ive suppressed them well enough
but now you may understand
why i flinch when you reach for my hand
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC