You said you'd like to become a metaphor
but I had already known what you were.
You were a sturdy hearted hero,
a perfectionist,
an obsessive goodie-two-shoes,
who broke my heart
when you thought you weren't good enough.
You're words were well spoken and intended.
You seemed to have the world with your grasps.
You made me think I was imperfect,
thinking I was okay.
But what could I say that wouldn't
break you're soul more,
I would never know and I'm sorry.
I've written letters and notes encrypted in code,
the code I set the key for after spending days
trying to learn and seem intelligent.
I wrote down a full spiral set of notes
on messages
and keys and how to get places I wasn't meant to be.
I think I saw
I wasn't meant to be that close to you.
You are a metaphor.
You are a metaphor.
That is a metaphor.
Are you happy to be what you wanted to be?
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
Once I was called an Enigma
and it was different than I had expected.
My whole life I had prided myself
on being able to hide
everything
and remain a mystery
to keep my desires to myself
and let the others do the wanting.
But, I messed up.
Because being an enigma
leaves all the mysteries to be solved by you.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
We're quite constantly bombarded
with miracles and nonsense.
A chaos of concepts.
are we falling
into an age of darkness.
Lives overcome with
wars of separate continents.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC
You asked me to get to sleep
but I can't
with that on my mind
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC
I've been having nightmares
and not the ones
people swear are the worst
where they lose the ones they love
and wake up to have them next to them
or a phone call away.
I've been having nightmares
where my sanity is picked apart
and those are the scariest
because when I wake up
shouting
and
crying
I don't know if what I lost is still there.
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC
Sometimes,
I let my eyes go out of focus
and the lenses go blurry.
I let my heart beat slower
and my feet stop tapping.
I let the universe spin
and the planets stay in rotation.
But, I
am a solitary object.
Another part
of another system.
One which stays,
and doesn't move.
It just sits
or lays
or stands.
And everything there
just sits
or lays
or stands.
I am another part
of another universe.
Another place.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
Your green eyes
look teal,
and the water
is rushing.
I think
it might be
the reflection of ocean
or maybe
it's the tears
that I know
you keep welled up
in those dark jungles of vision.
I knew you kept tigers,
but they always seemed tame.
I thought
they were caged.
I thought
they were leashed.
I thought you told me
everything was
okay.
Did I open the doors?
Did I open the doors?
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 2:15 AM UTC
My mouth is full of words that are not my own
Labeled with my name, but not my own.
Left in a room of hungry cannibals,
Who consume the weak skins
Who consume the broken souls
My words have escaped,
they have left me alone
I and even though
I have my fists,
I still feel my tongue,
against the roof of my mouth
rifling through pages of pointless vocabulary
blank pages, full of empty spaces,
except for a few:
I'm sorry.
I don't know.
Please, don't hurt me.
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC
I imagined you sweet and innocent,
like the daisies in your hair.
You like pink and glitter,
you don't mind when people stare.
It's okay to be confident, dear
It's okay to hold on.
But, Rosie
your not what I expected
when they said we were something wrong.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 2:14 AM UTC
We both woke up
for the south bus.
You were a star,
and I, a sideshow.
You play the violin
and I, the piano.
It's too bad
they'll never play
together.
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC