Hey
I know it's been a while
Since we've last both spoken.
I'm doing fine
Except
I miss you sometimes
When I least expect it
I'm not really sure why
It's not like we were anything special
Maybe it's the look in your eye
In that one moment of vulnerability
When you tore off all the layers
Of protection
That you pull so tightly
Around you
Perfectly hiding you
Making you invincible from the world
Did that scare you?
That I saw that side?
Is that why you didn't call
Didn't leave even a note or an inkling
That you had the slightest interest
Or was your interest only for those few
Moments together
Like magic
Engulfing me completely
Intoxicating my senses
Filling me to the brim
With you and the possibility of more
More that will never come
Because you won't let it
I want you to know that I go
From spurts of anger to pain
When I think of you
And what we could have had
Sometimes I still hold hope
Before remembering
Stupid girl, it'll never work
You make me the highest of highs and the lowest of lows
And you don't even know it
Funny
Because I don't want you to
You don't deserve that
And at this rate you never will
Well this is getting long winded
And it's something you'll never see
Because really why would you?
You never even think of me!
So I guess it's time
To finish what I have to say
There's really nothing else
Other than
Goodbye
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 4:35 PM UTC
i step into the shower,
my hair flowing down my back
and i hear the bathroom door open and close
-click
you enter
i ask if you're coming in,
you pull back the curtain
and you stand there
like a mountain,
absolutely majestic
your skin warm and inviting
i push my hair behind my ears
you step into the shower
the stream hits your body
like a waterfall in Minneopa
in the middle of a hot summer day.
you lay three fingers against me,
like an electric current
screaming "I want" over and over.
You bend down to kiss my forehead,
the water spreads over your face
and rushes between my legs
you kiss my lips
you place your remaining two fingers on my waist
I snap back into place:
sitting in a hard plastic chair
listening to a short bearded man
go on forever
about some dead philosopher
who has never touched me.
and again, you are far away
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
I don't know who I am anymore.
I don't know who anyone is.
Everyone here is victim to routine, and I hate it.
Everyone here is a victim to themselves.
My throat burns.
I feel like I've let them down; I feel like they let me down.
I am lost. Give me a sign.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 9:08 AM UTC
A hope, so bittersweet.
The passage of time, so palpable.
A bed sheet drapes over man's shoulders;
People die but time goes on.
Somber house
Lingering soul
"Who we are; where we go?"
Ethereal.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 1:19 AM UTC
I feel powerful.
I feel compelling.
I feel forceful.
Like everyday
Every night
Every tear I've ever shed
Made me stronger.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 2:41 AM UTC
i feel like he's watching me
not in a scary way,
not in a seductive way,
but in a judgmental way.
i feel like he can read my thoughts
like he has gained entrance into the lives of everyone he's ever known,
but chooses to look closely into mine.
i'm worried that one day i'll meet him
and he'll bring up each moment
where i was caught off guard,
and laugh at me,
judge me,
ridicule me.
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 1:21 AM UTC
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
Limitations of the human heart,
So fickle and feisty and miserable.
Like a coin with two-faces apart,
I flip it like a switch as I gamble.
Losing my warmth like I've died,
I kept on walking barefoot in the Arctic.
I've lost my senses and forgot how to walk,
I fell down and drowned in the cold.
Feelings of contentment, "I tried."
Feelings of madness, "It's chaotic!"
Feelings of hopelessness, "Aftershock..."
Feelings of warmth, "No!", I called.
I wanted to give up all hope,
Inhumane to every emotion,
All I wanted was to cope,
But love was a miserable affliction.
As I tread this path of harsh winds,
Guided by what seems to be light,
I fell down into the ice-cold ocean,
And as I drowned, it was warm afterall...
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 9:31 PM UTC