you said you'd always be
there and then you left
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
i met a boy today
and he thought he knew me
he tries to know me
and i cant let that happen
i dont really know why
i cant let another come too close
ill burn a hole of dissapointment in his heart
and i cant feel guilty more than i do now
so leave little boy
run while you can while your still whole
but dont take my broken pieces with you
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
and I remember the way
you held me, like I might slip away with the wind
your hands ghosting over my clothed skin
but I could still feel your touch
burning right through
and I'm suffocating
I can't breath because every
memory of you always
manages to take my breath away
and I loved you with every
single inch of my anatomy
yet you still ******* broke me
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
just maybe if I
hold someone else
kiss someone else
love someone else
you won't be my someone else anymore
I feel as though if I
drown in some one else's feelings
I won't posses mine anymore
it's like I finally realize why people
engulf themselves in alcohol
or get lost in some strangers sheets
it's the easiest way to forget
to forget how to feel anything but numbness
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
and I try and drown myself
in the sheets of other men
but the scent of yours
still linger in my nose and
i imagine them belonging to you
because maybe if I'm with him,
then I'll forget about you
and I won't have to feel those
feelings anymore
with the attempted ones being
put in my heart
I still think of you
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
you always seem to be doing it.
thinking.
getting lost in your own labyrinth of thought.
as i sit and watch you disappear from the world,
i can't help but be curious
what is it you think about?
is it about how you think?
why you think so much?
or about life and what it's about?
how people are cruel and do their best to hurt others?
do you think about yourself
and what your about?
those times you've told me
about the creatures in your labyrinth
i've absorbed the stories and myths.
every detail etched into the walls of my brain.
i wouldn't mind meeting them
ya know.
conversing for awhile over coffee or tea.
i want to get lost in your labyrinth.
i want to graze my fingers along its walls
and see what you see as you think
see if we think about the same things.
if you raise the same questions. i want to know every thought.
every twist and turn that is your mind,
but most importantly.
i want to know,
do you think of me
as much as i do you?
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
I look at my hands
and wonder about the
damage I've done.
I bet someone has done worse.
Then I think about
all of these hands in the world.
Some are made for making new things.
Some used for art; writing.
Others for love and care.
More than a few for ****** and revenge.
So many hands have become so many things.
I just wonder,
what has become of mine?
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
I remember when you wrote a poem
You said you would never write
About us being together
Do you still feel that way?
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC