I am damp spots,
I am difficulty breathing,
I am drinking alone in the middle of the day,
I am bent book spines,
wonky teeth,
just a little bit chubby with no *****
I am mice nibbling at my toes,
fast food over home cooked meals,
envy over normaly,
and solace in art.
I am crying for nothing
and everything at all.
I am music none of my friends like
and I am fluccuating between comfort eating
and not eating at all.
I have grown up
I have changed.
I am ambition
and grown up relationships
and jobs.
I am nostalgic
and sad
and
I am drunk.
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
I wished you good morning
and you wished me good night.
Thousands of miles away,
But both sleepy eyed.
I like to think I send you kisses
with the sun when it goes,
And I swear I feel your lips
From the moon's silver glow.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
My double bed is bigger than normal tonight.
Cushiony expanses of miles, the stretching white,
Like the miles I’ll remember in tomorrow’s light.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
Morning and evening,
Pretty girl, I've watched you cry,
Subject to this Goblin world
That made you scared to try.
I hope you know that you're the sweetest fruit
Anyone could hope to buy,
And you've grown up on the strongest branch,
That lifts you close up to the sky.
My dearest little sister,
Please don't fear the dawning of each day.
I hope you know that I'll be there,
to hold your hand all the way.
For there is no friend like a sister,
And your friend I'll always stay.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
I furiously scrub,
and sweep,
and spray,
as though I could wipe it out
from 90 miles away.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 10:59 AM UTC
I don’t know how I managed to stay so strong.
that desire for red, for torn flesh, that used to possess me in my early teens never won.
But oh god, it’s times like this that all my old thirsts come flooding back.
Right now all I want to see through my blurred vision is blood, and lots of it.
How I haven’t succumbed and drowned in crimson remains a mystery even to me.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 2:22 PM UTC
He loves me
We stayed up talking until 6AM
He loves me not
You called me by her name again
He loves me
You made promises I thought you might keep
He loves me not
Your face interrupted another night's sleep
He loves me
You phoned and said you'd waited in the rain for me
He loves me not
Then told me I was cold and ignored me completely
He loves me
Apparently even pretty flowers can be lying little *****
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC
"So, where do I fit in in your life?"
You want to know where you fit in?
You're every meal I didn't eat in the hope that those missing calories would make you miss me.
You're every coffee I buy from your favourite coffee shop and every point on my loyalty card that I'll never spend.
You're every walk back home that I craned my neck in the hopes of catching a glimpse of you only to be disappointed.
You're every time someone lit up a cigarette near by and I breathed it in because even though I hate the smell it's still your smell.
You're every awkward silence on the phone or in the street in which I tried my hardest to be funny or cool but never was.
You're every time I drunkenly cried in a bathroom and I didn't even know why.
You're every time I rolled my eyes at your name because I didn't know how else to react without letting them all know what they already knew.
You're every party we were both invited to that I would spend wondering whether or not you'd come or if you did, whether you'd chose to talk to me or not.
You're every time I knew I shouldn't think about you, or write about you, or kiss you, or even talk to you, but I did it anyway.
So there, that's where you fit in. In all the places and in all the ways that continue to fit into my days even though you yourself don't fit in them anymore.
"Uh, I don't know. What kind of a question is that anyway?"
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 8:32 PM UTC
How did such a destructive force
force my hands to create?
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 5:35 PM UTC