have you ever wondered
if it was possible
to set fire on fire?
well, if you're thinking it's impossible
cheat on someone with anxiety
and stand back from the flames.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 10:46 PM UTC
Lipstick red like poison
Stinging as you marked your territory on my neck
And as my knees became weak, my heart a bit too heavy
You picked up the broken pieces, knowing they were yours to collect
Our hands danced under city lights
And frequently met in secret under restaurant tables
But when our fingers pried apart, the city finally fell asleep
And ever so slightly, your mascara ran down your cheek
The light peeked through the windows
And the sun reminded us we’d lost track of time
Between the sheets, we wrote a sermon preaching that there was still love to be made
And by 5AM, we knew we’d need the concealer to hide the blackened secrets under our eyes
-makeup can’t hide all of our secrets
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC
It shines, slithers, and glitters,
the color, vibrance, and shimmer
blind with the lights.
I can't look but my eyes crave its eyes.
I can't touch but my hands need something to hold.
I can't taste but I miss the taste of the blood of her heart.
I can't hear but her voice screams and repeats: "Why don't you love me?"
"Why don't you love me?"
I can't smell but the instance of your essence triggers the memory
of my drug-addicted love.
I can't do many things but when I'm near you, I can breathe again.
I can feel the warmth melting my frozen heart.
I can feel the breeze under my wings as I jump to my death
because loving you
is
my
death.
And I never want to feel alive again.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 1:24 AM UTC
he walked on a tightrope with your glass heart
lost the plot in the story your eyes told
and when his balance followed, your world became one million tiny shards of fear
I spent the rest of my life picking up the pieces
And only got to 999,999.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 10:25 PM UTC
whenever i have writers block
i pray to god you haven’t stolen my words
because they’re the only thing i have left
to remind me
that you’re no good for me anymore
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 4:34 PM UTC
I keep your secrets close to my heart
Like the necklaces we wear with memories tucked deeper inside than we've ever shared
Like a flower blossomed from us, held tightly to my chest
Genuine seeds of thought sprout as our petals are doused in golden dreams
While lust stained tips and thorns sharpen alongside the crescent moon
I pick that flower every morning and think of you.
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
The thunder woke me the same way you broke my heart.
I sat up in bed, sweating, panic settling in
The same way it welcomed me graciously when I realized
I'd have to endure every single day
without less than a single spoken word
You won't even look at me.
I used to fight
for you, against you
against the constant urges to look you directly in your gold threaded eyes
and wonder why?
There was a day
where I fought for your heart
and won.
Nothing is the same.
Now it's all detachment and denial
from you, my thoughts, my anger
from the amber glow that follows me radiating red
a somewhat burning hell.
Every morning I see you go to your locker
That's when I can still hear the thunder.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
How could your sweatpants retain your scent even though I washed them
Eight times.
P.S. I feel like I've lost you when I take them off.
I still feel your curls between my fingertips from that time I put you to sleep.
P.S. I knew you loved it but I acted surprised when you told me you did.
I told you I was sweating because I forgot to turn my AC on but it was because I felt the spaces between your fingers fill mine.
P.S. I was freezing.
Thank you for letting me rest my head on your shoulder all of those times I was exhausted.
P.S. I was always wide awake.
Thank you for lending me your t-shirt for gym class.
P.S. I had two extras in my locker.
You told me I looked beautiful when I came to school with no make-up on.
P.S. I haven't worn any since.
We fell asleep with our hands miles apart until I felt yours tapping mine
calling
"Hey, come back home."
P.S. Please let me come back home.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
I've spent too much time loving a heart that's not mine.
Always making sure it's light rather than continually putting up a fight
How tiresome it's become knowing that I'll always have to battle
against the eyes that tear me from ear to ear
cheek to cheek
yet failing to construct a smile
I'd break my own heart to stand in the shadow of your happiness.
I've spent too much time loving a heart that's not mine.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
Why did we have to meet
Just as you moved me in the basement
While you were still
my foundation.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC