The sun boils over me
Hot flesh never smells sweet
There's still a God
He stares at me in streets
Burning my feet under asphalt
I don't know his name
But I'm sure he could take the swell of our star
And lick salty sweat
Your heat creates blisters in my skin
I'm feverish now;
The steam only rises higher
The sun never ceases creating craters in my layers
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
It washed over me like a giant wave,
Engulfing me, and choking me,
And forcing me to open my eyes
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
"I carry your heart with me
(I carry it in my heart)"
I still do
I always will
If ever anyone carries my heart
It will be you
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
He's not there and he never was.
I already realised but I'm realising again.
Now it's making it like he's really not here,
But he never was.
And it hurts.
But it shouldn't,
Because none of this was real.
Because it's not real.
I don't feel I can go there.
But not going there,
Leaves me with nowhere to go.
And no one even though I have many.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
The most unholy of nights
A hibernation from servitude
Ghostly
Grey
Illuminated
You send him to decrease the pain within
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
I've only been affected
by anything other
than affection
The only plan made
was to never have
anything planned
I've only been
perfect at living as
an imperfection
The only thing I
understood was how
much I didn't understand
©
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 2:44 PM UTC
I don't wish
for myself to die,
but I wish that
I was never born
I wouldn't die
after I'm broken,
but I'd be dead
before I'm torn
©
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
Sadness is here to greet me again ~
Melancholy eyes wet with tears ~
I struggle to march through each day ~
The night comes like a blow to the chest ~
Relentless ~
Unfeeling ~
Reminders that I left ~
And now I see you holding her hand ~
And I have no one to blame but myself ~
For all these years of melancholy eyes ~
Copyright Tia Jane Fajardo
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
I left your house--
the house I'd hoped would be ours--
and all I could think about is,
out of all the people in the world,
only you feel like home.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
Oh, when I was in love with you
Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I behave.
And now the fancy passes by
And nothing will remain,
And miles around they'll say that I
Am quite myself again.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC