I go to sleep every night thinking
"I can't do this anymore... but I'll be fine tomorrow"
And I wake up every morning feeling
Regret and disappointment and sadness
Because I woke up.
How many more nights can you cry yourself to sleep
How many more mornings can you wake up and hate it
How many more naps can you take hoping you'll feel better when you get up
How many more days can you go through saying 'it's just a bad day'
How many more cuts can you bleed through hoping it'll help
How many more distractions can you go through keeping your mind off life.
But you go keep going
Thinking that The Sun Will Rise and We Will Try Again
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
I almost wish you followed her.
Because then it would hurt
And I'd get over it
And we'd go back to being friends
But I'd be right.
I almost wish you followed her.
Because then you'd have fun
And I'd be fine
And we'd go back to being friends
But you'd be free.
I almost wish you followed her.
Because then I won't let you down
And you'd get over it
And we'd go back to being friends
But I'd be in the clear.
I almost wish you followed her, because it would be your fault and I won't be the one who hurt you.
But you didn't.
Because you don't need other girls
Because you have your own girl
Because you think you love me
Because you say I'm perfect
Because you have me.
So you didn't.
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 3:09 AM UTC
She collects shiny objects
And lurks in the dark
Flightless and alone
She stares at her collection
Wondering which one is her most prized possession
Crying out into the night
Cold and desperate
She decides to examine each object more closely
And let them examine her skin
In order to determine her favourite.
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
It starts off small.
Creeps into your life.
Under your radar.
You think nothing of it.
It grows bigger.
More prominent in your life.
Noticeable.
You agknowledge it.
It becomes big.
You are now used to it in your life.
Known.
You start to like it.
It is enormous.
You want it in your life.
Wanted.
You know you like it.
It is monumental.
You like it in your life.
Craved.
You value it.
It is your world.
You cannot live without it.
Needed.
You love it.
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC
You'll be the alcohol that I can't get enough of. Burning, warm, addictive.
And I'll be the candy that always leaves you wanting more. Sweet, fleeting, and never enough.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 1:09 PM UTC
Be as weary of Perfection as She is of You.
She'll become a craving, a need, a drug.
It starts off slow, until you get a taste.
Dark, inevitable, curious and sloppy; You get your first taste of Her. Casual and carefree, sloppy and fluid.
Blissful.
It picks up momentum when you go back.
Hopeful, deliberated, secondguessed and spontaneous; You get your second taste of Her. Slow and careful, foreign and desired.
Blissful.
It gathers speed when you stumble back.
Wanted, craved, longed for and dreamed about; You get your third taste of Her. Rushed and impulsive, lust-filled and needy.
Blissful.
It goes downhill when you are already waiting.
Anticipated, eager, excited and anxious; You get your fourth taste of Her. Explosive and passionate, raw and craved.
Blissful.
Gaining momentum and escalating further when you do not leave.
Built-up, painful, needed and difficult.
You get your fifth taste of Her. Rough and sharp, painful and needed.
Blissful.
Now you have the taste and it's no longer controlled.
Dangerous, destructive, unsustainable and fascinating. You want more of Her. Curious and captivating, different and the exception.
Blissful.
Inevitable in its destruction and absence when you fall.
Poisonous, addictive, toxic and intoxicating. You need Her. Craved and harmful, exciting and deadly.
Blissful?
Be as weary of Perfection as She is of you.
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 5:09 PM UTC
Your quick kiss is what I've been waiting for. Longing for. Lusting for.
The icy feeling pressed against my skin, sharp and needy.
I know you're no good for me, I tried to stay away. But the desire was too strong. The need.
It's been building for a long time. I needed release.
No more foreplay, I wanted to go all the way.
And I did. I finally gathered the courage, and I am enjoying the blissful aftermath.
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 4:48 PM UTC
I feel that if our relationship were w video game
We had reached a check point.
And continued to strive further
But then yesterday killed you for a moment and set you back to the last saved point.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
my bed haunts me
not because you're not in it
but because it brings back the memories of when you were...
*your hand gently over mine as We held each other
your chest pressed against my back as We moulded as One
your feet entwined with mine as We grew closer
and eventually,
your lips against mine as We reinforced the Shared words*
i love you
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
*Attention
Affection*
These are the things She strives for
Perfection to get attention to gain affection
But what is perfection?
She starves so She can be skinny, even when She's told She has a **** body
She cuts to punish Herself for eating, yet sees Her scars as imperfections
She puts on make up so She can be pretty, even though She is told She is beautiful
She straightens Her hair to look perfect, even though She is told She looks pretty anyway.
When will She be perfect?
She dresses up,
dumbes it down,
changes Herself
but is let down.
When will She be perfect?
She tries to capture the attention of men and and gain their affection,
But shys away from affection, emotion and the human touch.
When will She be perfect?
Maybe She will be perfect when she changes Her definition of 'perfection'
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 3:24 AM UTC