My soul continues searching
for yours.
"Marco."
I wonder, can you hear its beckon?
Would you still answer its call?
I crave your
"Polo."
Jan 22, 2023
Jan 22, 2023 at 3:06 AM UTC
G.od knows I've tried to
forget
H.ow deep you struck a
nerve
O.ver and over it haunts
me
S.till seeing echoes of the
past
T.ell me, how do I
exorcise
the pain you left
behind?
Jan 19, 2023
Jan 19, 2023 at 1:10 AM UTC
How do you repair the damage,
when you've re-open a scarred wound,
and find the trauma nested much deeper
than you originally imagined?
Jan 19, 2023
Jan 19, 2023 at 12:47 AM UTC
So history repeats itself,
her heart split between two.
Just call her Daisy Buchanan,
a beautiful little fool.
Jul 25, 2022
Jul 25, 2022 at 1:30 PM UTC
Do you still read these?
Would you even let me know?
Do you still look for me?
In the crowded places you go?
Am I still there, lingering in your mind?
Or has all hope of us been resigned?
If you could, would you still make me yours?
Or is my heart pounding against closed doors?
Jul 23, 2022
Jul 23, 2022 at 5:46 PM UTC
When I was with you,
I was sent back,
into a capsule of time,
where the world was
once devine,
I was younger,
for an evening,
less jaded,
easy breathing,
heart felt healed,
my soul felt seen,
was it all real?
Or just an elaborate dream?
Jul 22, 2022
Jul 22, 2022 at 11:15 PM UTC
I am the butter,
left out in a dish,
unextraordinary
in many regards.
Most People don't care,
until suddenly they do.
Its okay then to
spread me thin,
stick a knife in me again
and again,
scrape and smear me,
I seep into the cracks,
soften the scratchy parts,
radiate warmth,
Toasty.
I'm lovable after all...
right?
but only for a time,
then leave me,
until the next use.
Take and take
till there's nothing left,
Savor your bites,
It will be the last of me.
May 11, 2022
May 11, 2022 at 11:40 PM UTC
Your words were diamonds,
glimmering with hope,
before they cut
jagged and sharp.
I’ve been shattered,
ever since you sunk in,
hapazardly slapping shiny patches
over the hard scratches.
I am mended for a time,
glass half full,
until one inspects the small rivulet
seeping through the splinters.
A brook weeping at the seams,
glass half empty.
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 12:42 AM UTC
Everytime you come around
you always gotta make an issue,
this is 2020 boy
I ain't crying in no tissues,
I stayed loaning out my heart
to a player who was faking,
Everything I did for you
a broken heart was my repayment.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 12:26 AM UTC
Your igniting gaze
simulatiously
sets off fireworks
and mustard gas
through my veins.
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 10:15 PM UTC