Fingers crossed turned to fingers being pointed.
Pointed, like a piping hot barrel of a shotgun, with another bullet itching to inch closer
The world had turned.
My world has turned.
Thrown aside for being bruised and damaged
The apple of my eye is now rotting away
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
Suffocated by the smell of your perfume.
Feels like heaven on earth.
I miss your intoxicating kisses first thing in the morning.
You’re forever instilled in my heart and my mind.
Forgetting you would be forgetting part of myself.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 2:49 AM UTC
Simmering between my ears,
bursting into my dreams,
leaving me frothing at the mouth,
eyes rolling back like slot machine symbols ,
Is the thought of time pushing me around like morning commuters on a packed train.
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
I sit here patently waiting for the green light to glow
so I'll know
We're in the same place, at the same time
Baby you light up my profile!
This screen turns into prison glass
I can only watch
and listen closely
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
She asks how I'm holding up.
Without batting an eye I truth "like a diabetic drunk trying to balance a bottle of ***** with his nubs."
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
A broken system,
judging broken men.
Not sparing a single break,
noone wants to understand.
noone wants to hold a broken heart in their hands,
to feel a product of a broken home.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
Living my life at light speed.
Never stopping
Never slowing down
Not to sleep
Not to breath
Like a ball off the tee.
Im ready to hit the ground.
Lay still.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
Sweat pouring down my face like tears at a funeral
Face flushed
Fist clenched
I will fight this
I will make it through
because I love
YOU
me
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC
Row the razor boat down my arms river.
I need to know of the beauty the hides inside,
Before I wave goodbye.
Give the man in a sky the highest five
It was worth a try.
Restless is restless
The world is my garage
She's the asbestos .
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
Love is a loose noose.
I chose to step up on that stool.
In a dark room
The whispers of cold sweats guide me.
As I stick my neck into the hole
I think but one thought
I hope my love is strong enough to withstand two
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC