what part of "love selflessly"
ever made you
forget
to love yourself?
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
I have forgiven myself
for all the things I did
while loving you
-a.e.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 7:36 PM UTC
some names will always taste
like they've been dipped in kerosine
specifically made
to make you burn
from the inside out
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 2:24 AM UTC
there is nothing
more earthshattering
than discovering
someone you loved
is a stranger;
nothing more than a
monster in a familiar mask
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
"I love you too"
but it comes with a price
because vying for your attention has a currency of pulled teeth
and nothing will ever hurt more
than the burden of my love.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 12:14 AM UTC
She asked me if you could drown in the shower.
But I simply told her that she could no more drown in the shower
than drown in her own thoughts.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
I am so sorry
for not paying close enough attention
to the road signs.
I never knew there was a wrong way to get
home.
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 11:58 PM UTC
how do you tell the difference
between
who you are trying to be
and
who you truly are?
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
Sometimes the kitchen is on fire before you even turn on the stove.
and maybe it's a small fire,
one you never saw coming.
maybe your absentmindedness caught up with you again and you put foil in the microwave.
maybe no one was there to remind you that sometimes looks are deceiving.
maybe you got used to holding the knife wrong.
which would explain why you found it in your back so many times when all you were trying to do was cut the fat off of his steak.
you just wanted to cut off the parts he never liked.
maybe you weren't holding a knife at all.
maybe that's why his lips bled every time he spat out "I love you too" after a fight.
maybe that was your first mistake.
or maybe your first mistake was trying to use the stove in the first place.
they're dangerous,
and your mom never liked you to do unnecessarily dangerous things.
but where is the line for things that have become necessarily dangerous?
and when did you cross it?
This isn't a metaphor.
I really am afraid of being burned.
I never go out into the sun for too long.
I keep my curling iron on the lowest setting.
it wasn't until you came along that I got in the habit of forgetting such fears.
Now I have these reckless tendencies.
I'm no longer satisfied with my tan until I can feel the sun poisoning boiling in my skin.
Suddenly my hair no longer curls on the lowest setting, only at 450 degrees.
and I never bother turning it off.
It has an automatic setting.
or maybe you became the automatic setting
when I stopped loving myself to love you
and maybe now that you're gone it doesn't bother me that this setting is gone.
maybe it doesn't bother me if my house goes up in flames.
maybe I'm not afraid of being burned
because the fire never burned me
as bad as you did.
and I just can't seem to remember what is real
and what is simply a figment of you.
I can remember the way the flames felt as they brushed my face,
but never your fingers.
So maybe that is the line where playing with fire becomes necessarily dangerous.
Tell my mom I crossed it years ago.
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 10:34 PM UTC
one shall not beg to be loved back.
one shall not have to beg to not be touched in any way-sacred nor unholy.
one shall not beg for a chance, nor a second chance.
one shall not beg thyself to refrain from breaking their own heart.
one shall not
but yet,
they always do.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 12:49 AM UTC