When the final leg falls out
There won't be any hope.
No ones here to hold you up
The catching of the rope.
- N. Morin
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
The fire screams upon my skin
and my mouth begins to turn.
I want to feel something else
even just a burn.
- N. Morin
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC
I came out as broken glass
Not a bottle, not a window, just glass
And I was told I was Broken.
But what if this is what I am?
I'm sharp and cut, and my pieces get broken smaller,
But that's what I am.
Broken.
- N. Morin
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
Speak to me softly
And tell me only lies
Tell me that you hate me
That I'm not worth your time.
You tell me that you love me
You tell me words so true
I look at you with hollow eyes
The saddest shade of blue.
- N. Morin
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
Wake me up before you go
My dreams they speak to much
I kissed you on the lips last night
The wind was in my clutch
Like catching air
Or sleeping fine
My mind begins to melts
All I felt inside my chest
Was love, and nothing else.
- N. Morin
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
Anxiety is building
My body starts to shake
Trying not to look
My brain it ******* aches
This heart is all I have now
It's all you have to break
My world begins to fall apart
Please buy a roll of tape.
- N. Morin
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
A flourish of your fingers
the words I had to read
my heart began to tumble
as you began to leave.
The breaking of my fingers
the words you never read
the times you didn't listen
to the words kept in my head.
- N. Morin
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
I am your pillow underneath your head,
Where you scream all your nasty thoughts when,
You are mad.
Or where your blood shot eyes,
release their lonely tears when,
You are sad.
I am your pillow
I can hear you speak
When you whisper
All your deepest thoughts
Into Me.
- N. Morin
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
Stab me in the heart again
To prove that I'm not alive.
Long ago the feelings stopped
And my emotions died.
No tears are cried
My eyes are dry.
I'm waiting for this to end.
I'm happy though enough to say.
That I had at least one friend.
- N. Morin
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
My eyes shut, then open.
We're in your room again.
Laughing. Talking.
You're looking at me.
With those eyes.
Those eyes.
Those.
Eyes.
They're beautiful.
I've never seen eyes like these.
They lock me in.
I can't look away.
I don't want to look away.
Then you say it.
" Do you want to kiss me? "
Of course.
It happens.
My lips meet yours.
I can feel your presence.
Warm on my skin.
My eyes were open, but open again.
I'm in bed.
And all I can think is.
I didn't die last night.
- N. Morin
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC