if i had no other talent
i would be content in knowing that
i am the best at missing you
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 12:53 PM UTC
i'm restless
four hours till breakfast
and i smell the last of the tonic
wasted on her breath
instead of her bloodstream
i watch my mind fly away
still stuck on this pipe dream
while a slow sad song plays
in the background of my memories
i'm weighed in with only make up
caked in the cracks and crevices
in spite of this and my spitefulness
i'm still a *****
and i'm restless
out of billions i'm just a dust speck
so i'll fall out of my clothes
to watch you disrobe
and break a sweat
the window to your soul is not your eyes
it's under your shirt sleeve
it's the lust
disguised in your bloodstream
and i'm screaming
there's no honor among thieves
you must be dreaming
i sit in this space and wait
while the butterflies congregate
into my heart
instead of my stomach
where they belong
the weightlessness long gone
i'm just another twenty-something fatality
fighting a war
armed with only my shaken sanity
and i'm restless
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 2:00 AM UTC
just because you don't hit me when you say it
doesn't mean you don't hit me
when you say it
you've gone so far overboard with it
now it's time for you to go
overboard with it
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 2:03 PM UTC
i've learned to love sweaters
my second skin
i'm not afraid to be seen in
the bruises are all gone
and the scars don't show through
clinging to me without
holding me back
i've learned to love sweaters
not just because of the weather
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 3:51 AM UTC
maybe i'm an acquired taste
maybe i'm like an artichoke cupcake
maybe you learn to like me
maybe you don't
maybe i try too hard
maybe i don't
maybe it's not me this time
maybe you only like cupcake
maybe you only like artichoke
maybe one day there will be someone
who likes both
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
i saw you picking out fruit
red apples, i recall.
my least favorite.
i glance up.
that sympathetic, useless smile
crosses your face
same as all the others,
good enough
to be picked up
but put back on the shelf
left
for someone else.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
you made me fly
like a cool breeze through a pile of dead leaves
i listened to you with my lips
when i wish i had been deaf
i watched you with my fingertips
turns out i needed glasses anyway
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
these glasses on my face don't
show you who i am anymore than
the color of my hair
or the size jeans i wear
the tattoos on my body
or what i do for a hobby
these freckles on my face
or the size of my waist
one size does not fit all
let this be your wake up call
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
i'm not sure how to explain the way i love your fingernails
or lack there of
the way you tug at your shirt collars
and walk like you're tough
i could tell you how your hair reminds me of cotton candy
and how your lips taste just as sweet
they way you drink your water so annoyingly
and make fun of my "baby feet"
i adore the fact that you don't hold my past against me
and how you laugh at my absurdities
i like how you can't eat chocolate
because i eat enough for us both
and how i had to teach you to make scrambled eggs over the phone
i could list your analogies that make sense
but that would be zero
and i'm not sure if i dreamed you up
so i could call you my personal hero
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 1:06 AM UTC
this shower couldn't be any hotter
but there's some things you can't wash off
the feel of his eyes on your skin
the hope in your mind when you're still innocent,
these marks and scars will stay
until i'm skinny, old and gray
they do not make me who i am
just remind me of a price i was forced to pay,
surviving doesn't make me feel strong
no matter how tough
because there's some things you can't wash off
and the water is never hot enough
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC