it's perfect, it's sharp, round, it has no shape,
my chest literally aches, no escape
indescribably beautiful is it
it's scratched into my brain, it hurts, i'm hit
my heart explodes with utter perfection
mind equals speechless, crazy connection
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 11:41 PM UTC
I sink in
I rest my knobby elbows on the hard glass
my dark, fuzzy, pinpricked reflection stares up at me
I place my cold palms on my hot eyes.
These eyes, they've seen too much
yet, nearly not enough
My chapped lips,
stingingly soothed by minty beeswax
My clothes
plaid polo flannel, red, green, tan, black, white, jumbles, like me
My cold feet stick out,
they rest painfully on a wood bar long stripped of stain
An old soul trapped with the mind of a child in a teenager's body.
This be will interesting.
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 1:05 AM UTC
You've probably never begged to feel.
I have.
You've probably never closed your eyes and asked for pain.
I have.
You've probably never used a knife that way.
I wish I could say I haven't.
You've probably never been too empty to cry.
I have.
You've probably never felt so much it hurt.
I have.
You've probably never experienced the pain of breathing.
I have.
You've probably never turned your hand up because air is too hard, too painful.
I have.
You've probably never wished to feel nothing again.
I have...
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 9:41 PM UTC
His hands
The perfect shape
Broken
Scarred
Rough
Warm
It's never happened
It probably never will
But,
I know they'll fit
My hand
His hand
Together
Intertwined
With hope, forever
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 10:44 PM UTC