i have ran out of
metaphors. i just want you
here. i'm missing you.
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 2:51 AM UTC
the taste of death is
sweet, but you have to have your
tongue be burned by it.
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 9:54 PM UTC
Distance
does not
make the
heart
grow fonder.
Instead
the love becomes
weary the mind
makes
mistakes
out of fear.
Distance makes
the heart
estranged
and the world
is enveloped
in a thick
black
fog.
While you
are nowhere
to be found
you said
you’d try but
you haven’t,
and neither
have I.
Forgetfulness
and ignorance
the heart is loud
its beat
pulsing forever
becomes quiet.
You cannot
hear my heart
from wherever
you are
so far away
I can’t hear
yours either
I cupped my hands
behind my ears
trying
but distance
makes the heart
grow weary
tired
gone
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 8:00 PM UTC
it is the kind of
sadness that lingers, the kind
that stays when you don't.
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 10:31 AM UTC
you have penned your name
with the stars; i can't look at
the skies anymore.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
I pluck you out to
Be free from my sorrows but
You somehow grow back
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 6:57 PM UTC
you take all of the
stars in the night sky with you
whenever you leave.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 3:11 AM UTC