i can no longer wait.
i have stood in the cold
for a year,
waiting for your promises
to show up.
I thought they would come
tied up in beautiful ribbons
and bows, but they
never showed.
"They'll be here," you promised.
"Any day now.."
but we're out of time,
my dear.
I can no longer wait
for the love you promised to give me.
Not for love that speaks,
but never acts.
Not for love that stirs and yawns,
but never stands and soars.
I can no longer wait.
Not for someone who hands me
an empty promise everyday
as he walks through the door,
promising the love will
surely be there tomorrow.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
she pulled my arm across
the center console,
examining it.
trying to find an entrance
to that beautiful unseen interstate
of veins that ran through my body.
about five seconds after the last
drop hit my veins,
my head was spinning.
my whole body in ecstasy.
"this is what we came for,"
I said.
"this is what we pay for."
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
i heard once,
that when you give
your heart away to
someone, but
they don't want it,
you can never get
it back.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 4:30 AM UTC
it's such
a terrific secret,
come a little closer
and i might just
out line it for you
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 4:26 AM UTC
how do you explain
that feeling that only
another human being
can give you.
that inconceivable,
intoxicating, volatile
feeling that some people
refer to as love but
that word doesn't accurately
depict just how
that unseen entity can
make you the happiest
and most miserable person
in the world all at one
time.
no word or any number
of words could spell out just
exactly how this feeling works,
but here's something i can tell you,
that loves is like a flame,
and once someone ignites
that feeling,
it spreads like wild fire
and it won't stop until
it consumes its host entirely.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 4:28 AM UTC
i hate how you
do this
i hate how i
allow your constant
walking in and out
of my life
and whenever you get
around to
apologizing to me for
breaking my heart again,
which you will
undoubtly do,
i just forgive you
like i can't imagine
ever not accepting an
apology i no longer need
to hear but you still
say it so you can feel better
but it doesn't make me
feel better
because you talk
better but you
don't act better
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 4:56 AM UTC
do you ever look around
and realize it's all over.
it's all gone.
there's nothing here
anymore.
nothing in this town
is keeping me here
because you're gone and
it's so cold here and
nothing sparkles
like it did when you
were with me.
you've gone away
without me.
i never asked you to
stay, and you never asked
me to wait, so i'm
going to leave too.
i can't stay here.
i've seen what happens
to people when they do.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
you keep repeating that
simple but ominous phrase.
get out
get out
get out.
get out of this town,
out of this state,
out of this life.
she wishes i could transfer
planets,
universes, if at all possible.
drop everything and
go before you can't leave.
she meant before i was too
strung out to function,
but would never say it.
she offered me a ticket out,
one that never expires,
to go to any college in any
state to get any degree and
i wouldn't have to pay a cent.
but i have to quit drugs.
who the **** am i anymore?
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 4:58 AM UTC
sometimes i swear i don't even
******* exist.
to anyone.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
we were sitting in our place, in the place that we silently claimed as ours. the joint is dim, and we always order the same thing. we go here when one of us is going on a trip, or if it's the weekend and we want to go somewhere familiar but never boring. we go here when we're sad or happy. to celebrate or to console each other. we've been going here for as long as we've know each other, but tonight is different. i'm not very hungry and neither are you. small rain cloud hangs over our booth. the music is playing louder than usual and it's some stupid love song that makes me choked up, but i swallow it. and then when we're leaving, we both sigh, not knowing when we'll return here, to our favorite spot, because i'm going to california and you're going to college in northern minnesota, and by the time i return, you will be in college. and i'll be in this town we grew up in, missing you. and i suppose it's fair. because i left you and went to rehab for three cold long months and you had to wait here, in this ******* town. and now i have to wait, in this town i refer to as home, but it won't feel the least bit like home when you're gone.
and then i ******* cried.
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 3:02 AM UTC