he will always be my heartbreak,
the muse that comes with every unsung melody
of a new lover.
he will always be the scar that permeates
through every touch
and piece of love that others give
now that he is gone and out of reach.
he will always be bittersweet,
and though i have moved onto better palletes,
i will always still have a taste for his words
that gave me the wings to write my own.
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
she smiled in a jubilee of lights telling me we were going to be okay, like she was absolutely sure of it almost as much as she was sure of her own happiness. i wasn't sure of my own, but i knew she made me happy so i shined as well.
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 3:00 AM UTC
Because in the end,
you'll be another broken heart
that I mended with my own.
We trade pieces of us, you see,
but I found more love from people
who also try to mend me
as I mend them.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 7:51 AM UTC
i am the sound of death
when i take sharp breaths that threaten to stop
when my heart beats in rebellion to my mind
when i speak lies and wind up my dark thoughts
when you can hear my melancholy sounds of laughter
when my sheets rustle when i hide from everything
because one more step and i'm not just the sound anymore
i am death.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 8:13 AM UTC
3:33am is when the time is
too early to be night
and too late to be day
when i miss you the most.
i don't know whether to pull the memories closer
or throw them away farther from me,
father than where you are now
if that's even possible.
it's too early to have anything in my head
but you take over the whole space,
and it's too late to put your
laughter
and smile
and kindness
and just overall perfection
back into my heart
but you fit so right.
all i know is that i miss you
and i just know it hurts a lot.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC
i don't know what you see in me
or what you have seen in me
to get you to love me in the first place
because i'm
broken
worthless
and everything you're not.
i don't know why you're still here supporting me
when you should have left
to support yourself
because you're
beautiful
understanding
and everything i'm not.
i don't know why you love me
and words can't describe how much i love you for just that.
but you're the only one who i know will say that i fit with you
when we both know that i'm the unnecessary broken piece.
but thank you for tucking me where i belong.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
me: i hate the words "i miss you"
him: why?
me: because it means that you were
gone in the first place.
him: ...
him: i love the words "i miss you"
me: why?
him: because it means that you love
me even when i'm not there
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC