I hate you.
Almost as much as I love you.
I've been fantasizing about stabbing you in the legs the way I used to fantasize about kissing your face.
I thought that I had one person I could always count on,
I just knew you'd never betray me.
Guess I was wrong.
You broke my heart,
I want to break your spine.
You make the worst ex ever, and now you're mine.
I want to hurt you the way you hurt me.
I want to stuff glass into your arteries.
I want you to stop saying you're sorry.
I want you to invent a time machine,
So this'll never've happened.
So neither of us will've learned this lesson.
"Darling you're the world to me"
"My love, you make me so happy"
What an idiot I was to believe these things.
Now you've got me writing slam poetry
Because I figure it's better than murdering you-
And that little ***** you ****** too.
You were drunk!
You felt alone,
You were confused,
And guess who was right there to comfort you?
That's no excuse.
I sure hope going down on someone new,
Was worth throwing that rare and beautiful thing we had away.
I never knew someone could hurt me this way.
Oh and by the way, I hate you.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
Everything I do with you is a blur when it's over but when we're together everything feels great.
Your smell is stuck in my nose and your image is burned into my eyes.
I remember wanting to hold your hand but not how many times I cowarded away from the idea.
I remember how many times I thought about kissing your face but I don't remember a time when I have.
These moments of clarity and these moments of fog are everything I thought they would be and maybe even a little more.
I'm not sure what we are but I like it. I like that what we are isn't a label but a feeling.
But most of all, I like you.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 2:26 AM UTC
You're my drug.
I know you're the worst thing for me but you taste so good.
Your hair feels great between my fingers and the way your lips pull on mine makes me want to paint galaxies with my mind.
Your hands are heavy and rough but feel amazing against my skin.
Your skin is probably the best part.
It's not rough or callused, it's smooth.
It's innocent.
I know eventually that you'll **** me, the innocence in my soul, but I'm just so addicted.
You're poison and I can't stop drinking.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
They tell you to smile all the time
But then wonder why the hell you're smiling all the time, saying it makes you look suspicious
They tell you to tilt your head and you'll see things a little bit different
But then wonder what the hell is wrong with your neck
They tell you to speak your mind
But then wonder why the hell you're not shutting up
They tell you it's okay to be different
But then wonder why the hell a guy's wearing make up
They tell you to follow your dreams
But then wonder why the hell you're always sleeping
They tell you to stand up for what you believe in
But then wonder why the hell you refuse to sit down
They tell you all these goddammed double standards
But then wonder why the hell you don't listen
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
I never liked the rain. It was always too cold or too wet for me. But the way the word curled off of your tongue made me want more. Any word that fell from your lips really.
I watched the rain for the first time in a while. I wanted to smell it. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to taste it. I stopped myself from doing so though.
I watched and I listened. The first and last sense you lose when your time comes.
Maybe when my time comes you'll say more words and I'll hear them fall out. Maybe there will be rain.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC
I love others so much more than I love myself; it kind of disheartens me at how much I would give to others than I would ever to myself.
I wouldn't be able to stand it knowing that someone else is in pain or is hurting but when it comes down to me.
I'm fine.
- a.c
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
I wanted to hold your hand that night.
I couldn't bare to do that to you though.
I couldn't bare to hold your hand knowing you have feelings for me and knowing that I have feelings for you and knowing that I'm ******* around with your best friend.
I couldn't bare breaking your heart the way he broke mine so long ago.
I want to stop so we can be happy but I want to feel good.
I can't hold your hand because I'm not worthy.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
I don't want you to look me in the eyes because I can't look myself in them.
I get lost in my own searching for something but I can never find anything.
I don't want you to get lost.
I wouldn't be able to sleep knowing that you can't find your way back.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:45 AM UTC
i want to know
how it feels
to love someone
with every last
atom of my being
and have them
love me
just as much
as their lungs
love oxygen
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
You are my worst heartbreak,
the one I talk about the most;
The one I didn’t have,
but wish I hadn’t lost.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC