Sinking into my bed
Used to feel so comforting
But now,
Without you to
Leave the sheets all wrinkled
By your incessant
Turning and twisting
To get yourself comfortable enough,
It's now left to be just a bed
A bed I sleep in
A bed where I lay
Every night, dreaming of you
And wondering
If all the twisting and turning
You did should have warned me
You were never at peace
In my presence, I must've noticed
But I let myself be blinded
By how you'd pull me to you
When you thought
I was long gone asleep
Or perhaps you knew
Perhaps you knew all along
I've been keeping myself up
And trying to engrave in my brain
The way you'd twist and turn
In hopes of remembering
You precisely once you left
Because I always knew you
Eventually would
Leave me
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 7:01 AM UTC
You'll know you're
One of the many
Messed up people
When you start to think
This way:
If I die a crucial death, will those who love me imagine themselves to be in my place as I'm dying?
You'll know
You're as messed up
As they get
When you start to
Think like I do
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC
I constantly find myself trying to tell people I'm sad and it's as if they're all trying their best to not listen
“When you knock but the door never opens, you eventually stop." (Not the exact words) — Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 6:36 AM UTC
He's an artist. Always have been one.
Whenever I shy away from his piercing stare he says,
"But you're the canvas,
medium
and the art itself in human form,
you have to let me—
the word I wanna use doesn't exist
but as an artist,
I'd say it doesn't matter."
That makes me give myself away
to him every time.
I'm positive
I'll continue
to give all I can
to that boy as long as he asks for it. Heck, he doesn't even need to ask,
I'd give him anything and everything
in anyway and every way.
All he has to do is
continue giving me that look
in return.
Our relationship
is based on a give and return cycle,
after all.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
With animals stripped
to their bones
and
clean plates
on ***** tables
to support
our broken dreams
that had been formed during
the nights
with only the eery silence to accompany us
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
Exuberant together that they were
Blithe
Did not come easily into their
Life
Admist the tragedies and fantasies
They just didn't chime nicely like car keys
Albeit the urges to not keep
Their friendship intact grew strong
They managed to not weep
Over their relationship that was utterly wrong
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 7:08 AM UTC
Gone was the boy who
popped his collar
And was always, always right
Replaced him was the boy who
prayed at the altar
And behaved humbly with all his might
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 7:06 AM UTC
Gone was the girl who
laughed loudly
smiled widely
and moved freely
Replaced her was the girl who
laughed rarely
smiled falsely
and moved shyly
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
With your forehead
Pressed against mine
And our fingers intertwined
With nothing but our breaths
Behaving erratically
Its vibrations
Bouncing on the walls
Like the creaky bed we're laying on
And our sweat swirling together
Us becoming one
When you leave me
Tangled in the sheets
I'll miss you, sure
But I can guarantee
To you
I won't come looking
To be left again
That's why I'll forget about you
Even if I'd have to force myself
I'd press my forehead against another
Intertwine my fingers with a stranger
Breathe into someone else's ear
And not hold back
On letting my sweat roll
Onto the person who isn't you's back
I won't hold back
If that means forgetting you
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
Don't you ever notice
My care is in bits
Now for you've rendered me
Conflicted and now I'm in agony
It's never the same
Because then, that would be lame
I always wonder
Why you never stop to ponder
Over your actions that cause
Me to be lost
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC