There was always something
about catch and release fishing
that seemed pointless and empty to me.
And even as a child,
I always connected
with the tragic, broken-hearted heroines
in all my favorite novels.
Who knew it was premonition.
There are things I'll never understand
about life and men and love.
Why stop to pet a stray,
if you'll just leave it at the pound?
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
You can smell it on my breath.
Say you care,
but no you don't.
Actions speak much louder,
and your words go up in smoke.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
Something I thought,
and drunkenly wrote,
hanging onto my last breath.
The last moment between loving you,
and learning to hate you.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC
In the wake
of your words,
the embers burn.
Feelings, thoughts, my ideas of you
smolder all around.
And I'll toss your ashes to the wind.
Maybe you'll
resurface again.
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
You think I am the weaker ***
You mock my "womanly" feelings.
But secretly, I laugh.
It's so obvious I am stronger.
When I possess the ability to love you,
despite your blatant foolishness.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 2:27 PM UTC
You once told me
that your favorite part of me staying over,
was how your pillows smelled like my hair
after I was gone.
I thought that was funny;
Because when I got home,
before I washed it,
I'd smell my hair.
In it were wisps of you.
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC
Soft emerald bed,
my head's in the sky.
Or is it the sky that's in my head?
Either way,these thoughts have long been beaten dead.
And no matter how hard I try,
I'll never find you outside my mind.
You should've apologized,
and I'm sorry.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
You don't know I hate you,
and you never felt my love.
For someone who's in tune with Earth,
you don't catch much in your glove.
Room's spinning in circles,
can't even be sure of the time.
I don't know when I realized,
that you were never mine.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC
The feel of your hands,
the smell of your hair,
the rush of your energy,
the light of your soul.
The tingle of your touch,
the brush of your lips,
the tone of your whisper,
the wake of your smile.
The way you made me feel small;
I remember it all.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
There's a picture you took together.
Down by the water, in summertime.
Your arms wrapped all around her,
clutching on like a life-line.
Like breathing her in is never enough.
All your feelings, frozen in time.
I hate it and I love it.
The picture says what you cannot.
All I can think when I see it is,
'you've never loved me like that.'
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 1:24 AM UTC