One will always experience what the other does in
some strange, guilty way
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
I swear to ******* God
I love him so much and yet sometimes
I think I’m ready to leave him
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 11:47 PM UTC
I'm so sick of being
Little
Tiny
Accused of not understanding
Told that I will understand as I get older
As I grow
It makes me want to take the advice you gave me and use it
To make my table even.
Maybe burn it in the fireplace for warmth or laugh at it when I'm down to make myself feel better.
Give it to my dog to chase or shove it in the attic with all the useless things I own
Because I have told you so many times before I will not shut myself off the way you do and become numb to everything I think will drag me under.
I'm going to stand over it with my foot against it's throat and tell it to **** off, whether it's my fears or my anxiety or my doubts I'm going to chase it with a match and burn it alive or put a bag over it's head until it stops telling me what the **** I'm going to do.
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC
I would **** the night to get to day as the stars looked the other way
I'd rip the warmth from my stomach and hold the sun by her hair to show her what I've been missing
Can you get addicted to sunshine, if only I knew what I'd gotten myself into
The skies cry every day I pine for the sun to stay
I'm so sick of being so lonely I'd burn up to be next to you
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
What if the life
Inside of me
Grew to be her own person?
She took my spirit and
Became the fire I kept
Behind the hearth
Of my heart to keep me warm.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
I guess I
Just care too much
That's my problem
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
She must be mad
The girl draws bees-
The hive for days
And traded her heart for
wings
Honeycomb sweet
Poor girl too light on her feet
Crazy sad girl
She's following the bees
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 1:07 PM UTC
Manhood stood
In the shoes of a man
Who loved me when you didn't have the courage to.
When he swallowed glue and patched up the cracks in the dam that held my
Tears back when you let the rivers flow.
Feelings don't drown easy for foreigners, he knows that. Being an immigrant to being a father you should have understood that when you stole the love I had for you and left.
He paid for my sadness and didn't even flinch when I mentioned the taxes on me, all the baggage I had to bring. He paid off the debt you left to me and put the extra carry ons in the closet.
The title belongs to the man who didn't have to ask for it. Who didn't beg me for forgiveness but made up for it by not betraying my loyalty.
King is the man who loves everything he was given and soldier is the man who defends it. Father is the man who was proud enough that when I fell kneeled next to me.
Manhood stood in the shoes of a man who earned the love of someone who doesn't easily give it.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC