this is the first night
i have felt alive in a long, long time
we are burning our insides
and i swear,
it isn't love,
i promise
i've just got open eyes
corrupted lungs
and you have this way
of letting things
tumble out of your mouth
that should have
stayed inside
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
some sins are not worth it.
anger is one of them.
if i was the one crashing through
burning buildings,
he was the one with the matches
and the lighter fluid
calling it brandy
and drinking it down
leaving us with nothing
but ashes.
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC
you twist my guts over
wring them in between
your hands like wet laundry
spinning them with joy
and dread
i miss your steel guitar and your star crossed heart
but i can never look at you the same again.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 1:53 AM UTC
how you laughed when you heard the news
rationalizing
he isn’t dead just in
a different room
and for six years you fabricated business trips
made your life busy
he walks out and you walk in
too many just-missed-hims to count
until
one night your wall falls down, and six years
worth of tears push their way out of your eyes
he really was dead all this time
he really was dead all this time
he really was dead
he really is dead
reality hits you hard, a kick to the throat,
a low punch to the stomach
so you curl up smaller
and smaller
until you feel you may disappear.
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 1:02 AM UTC
i tear at my hair as if
thoughts of you
are connected to the roots and god
****** i want you out
i wanted you to
*get the **** out*
but you wanted your way
and you were going
to have it if that meant
ripped clothes and
tattered innocence
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC
i might be turning into my mother.
after all,
i have her straight nose
and her broad bones
her stubbornness to
*hold on to the truths you know
and the lies you don't.*
i might be turning into my father.
after all,
i have his brown eyes
and his quick mind
his readiness to
leave things behind and *let the road
unfold like twine.*
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
when we met he smelled
like tobacco and vanilla
and he looked like trouble
maybe he was a little
rough and tumble and liked
to fight bare-knuckled
but he kickstarted my
heart right into
overdrive
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
you promised too much
too soon
to a girl
with no interest in
a lassoed
moon
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
and it is as simple as this:
i loved him first.
i loved
him first
but i loved you more.
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
every time our fingers lace together,
i am
afraid
because i feel complete,
which is a scary thing to feel when all your life
has been empty, a gaping
hole
and whenever you pull away,
i am
afraid
because this attachment is fatal
and it’s terrifying that you have ruined my life
all while making it
whole
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC