Midas turned what he loved to gold
I wish I could do the same
Instead my touch brings destruction
No matter what I hold
I find it always ends the same
Lovers, friends, any other
My destruction knows no bounds
I often wonder, did Midas feel this way?
Jun 23, 2022
Jun 23, 2022 at 10:12 PM UTC
what if?
what if all this studying
crying
stressing
trying
is for nothing?
what if?
what if i cant do it
i crack in the real thing
i just fall apart
how will i know?
i doubt everything
every little move
every little decision
what if it is not enough?
Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 8:15 PM UTC
oh
oh how far i have
let myself go
i have forgotten
how it feels
how the words
bleed.
no more
no,
writing.
i need to express
how i feel
and i have never learned
how to be vocal
just,
writing.
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 7:05 PM UTC
It's been
1 month
730 hours
43800 minutes
Since I left
Since I walked away
Since I realized, that you,
were not what I wanted
that you didn't treat me
the way you should
I realized, happy
shouldn't be fleeting
shouldn't be just you and I
shouldn't be, just here and there
Now I'm alone
And I'm not sure that's any better.
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC
i sit in my room
unpacking everything of my winter clothes
to begin to move out of the dorms for summer
and i have to stop
you can go months in your house safe
but after so long
your parents have to put you down
they have to remind you
that they don't believe in you
i cant help you
and i sit in my floor
on the verge of tears
because all i want to do
is remove the toxins
from your life
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
i stopped bleeding
bleeding the words
the feeling
i needed to write
and now
im bottled up inside
and i cant think anymore.
-r.y.s
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
There's something about
the feeling of your arms
and the way the hold me
but i don't get that anymore
-r.y.s
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 3:01 AM UTC
panic
i hate the way i panic
i hate the way i think
and think,
think,
t
h
i
n
k
and think
because i can't control it
all i can do
is think.
-r.y.s
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC
55 days
1,320 hours
79,200 seconds
all till I can be on my own.
-r.y.s
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
i hate the burning
i hate the god awful shaking
i hate the way i feel
i hate being away from you.
-r.y.s
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC