you wanted me
to change my idea of love
just so you could continue to do the same thing
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 11:17 PM UTC
Something about you felt different
Like the way you fixated yourself on the passing building and shining stars from the car window. Sitting in the cold air-coned seats, that you still insisted were hot.
I just want to let you know that you won't have to watch me like those passing buildings.
I'm not passing by nor are you a pit stop.
And although stars may be blinding
I will always have an eye
For you.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 9:43 PM UTC
yet, it's so hard for me to find the things i lost
in the clearest of blue waters
everytime i think i'll swim
i drown
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 9:14 PM UTC
He spoke something of rivers, stars and redwood trees with a fire in his eyes that could have burned the forest at his feet. And the diamond shards of dewy grass were always tears I never let you see, so I waited until dawn to finally set my spirit
f r e e
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 3:00 AM UTC
I stood on the other barrier between us, hesitant to let you in, I picked the petals off the flowers you once grew and told myself enough was enough, I locked my door and went to bed,
Slowly drifting to the sound of you trying to find your way back into my life once more.
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC
But it's 3am, I captured the changes of advantage points in you.
This was not planned. You view the beautiful skyline above, when all I see is blue. Seeing through the naked eye occured rarely, with reflected risk.
Time is a mechanic, it still orbits our imaginations.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 3:28 AM UTC
should I turn into a storm?
howling like the wind, making noise
just to get you to hear me?
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 3:24 AM UTC
She saw words
in stars
And life had meaning
When she
followed her heart
Opened up for disaster
to strike
But the matches of protection
Were nothing alike
She saw poetry
in his eyes
And nothing ever looked
as sweet as his
laugh lines
But the flow of the pen
stopped short of madness
When she was born again
She saw lyrics
in every emotion
And all the tears and smiles
proved her devotion
But life had a way
of sneaking up on her
When she closed her eyes
Before looking
in every mirror
She saw love and pain
all at the same time
and she was hurt and happy
By every one of his rhymes
But nothing ever looked
as beautiful as his
piercing eyes
But the flow of the pen
stopped short of laughter
When she was born again
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 9:40 PM UTC
I am grieving for a ghost without a grave,
His self is still surviving but his soul I could not save.
My medicine is the memories in my mind,
They weigh me down with worries, what ifs and whys.
Awhile after he left I hadn’t the need to fall nervous of the night,
Before it’s coldness cruelly cut my courage like a knife.
Gentle gravity, I grasped hold for anything he gave,
But he lacked the love, leaving me only with his lusting lave.
Yes, I know I should’ve walked into a colour without a shade,
This abuse approached me like abstract art arrayed.
Obviously these stars in the night will always outlive me and wring me out to die,
But I’m not going to let them get to me, no not this time.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 10:02 PM UTC