If I admitted, that you still hostage my love
Now if I admitted, would I turn into the one that you want
No, this is something I doubt
If I released, all of my inner thoughts
Yeah, if I told you, it was you I picked out
No, I doubt, that that'd be enough
If you were to come home, with a smile on your face
Oh Kali, please come home, another day I can't take
..."No, I love you more from far away."
"I love you more -"
"Like I said, from far away."
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 6:15 AM UTC
I send out little requests
Like, "listen to what I'm listening to"
Not because I'm depressed
I just want to somehow be connected with you
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
I think this is destined for forever, but
I'll always hate and love her till my very last breath.
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 4:57 AM UTC
I don't want to give you the satisfaction
Of knowing how much I adore you
No, I don't want to show any reaction
When you say, "I miss you"
You were and will always be my sunshine
Even when you make me feel like ****
Cuz it is mostly in the pitch of night
When you forget your sunrise kisses
If every guy treated you like an angel
Like the ones that I pray to
Yeah, if they were all capable
I wouldn't be the one you come back running to
Between the moments they call you back
When they do I return
To the slack of rope around my neck
To the liquid burn
You could have been my Eve
It was me who propped you up
To grab the apple from the tree
I guess you always kind of were
If there's such thing as a Heaven
I'm pretty sure I've been there
And if I were to go again
It'd be your love that takes me there
Take me there...
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 4:39 AM UTC
Beauty's in the eye of the beholder
Thank god...
I held her.
Would it be better if I never met her?
Wish I...
Could forget her.
If I held you, but don't hold you now
Laid my eyes on you
But I don't see you now
Does that make you ugly
Are you a disfigured scowl
Or, is it just resentment
Playing tricks on me now
Who's this weeks holder?
Who sees you like I saw you then?
Who's with you playing strip poker?
Who holds their cards tight?
Now as you reveal your chest
An arm's length
Is close enough to still touch
An arm's race
You will **** to get what you want
Why can't you see?
You have more to offer this world
Than temporary
Satisfaction they found in some girl
Cuz you have more
Than an arm to offer this world
Poison drips in to your brain...
We are both in love
With the same thing
I cannot be saved
But I have hope for you.
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 3:48 AM UTC
Armchair and arms up.
Bottle on the side table.
Eyes open wide, unable
to sleep. Thoughts creep
into a shaking skull.
Hands shake and grip the bow.
He pulls his scream across a string,
because his throat won't voice his weariness.
The sound's more than just pain,
and it tells more of his aching bones
than it should.
He plays the tears he can't show,
and it's understood
as the instrument moans.
That's all he needs to show a world
that doesn't know what his pain sounds like.
He'd talk about it if he could.
Rachmaninov understood.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC
I'm better now.
Beat. Shake. Hands shake.
You okay? Blink. "I'm fine."
(Don't think. It's not a crime
to feel like your skin doesn't fit.)
To not really want to quit
any more. Hands shake. Beat. Blink.
Break. Boots quake.
Blisters pop inside your brain.
You okay? Blink. What?
"Sorry. Just not sleeping well."
(Going through Hell. Can't tell you that.)
I'm fine. Thanks for the sympathy.
(Throw me a line.)
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
I have your card but I don't have your number
I try to recall but its hard to remember
A plan, tonic, mixed with your half slumber
Just because they pretend doesn't mean that they care
I read your words and its easy to see
That you've been a basketball after everyone from me
Passed around like you were hot gossip
But they all left once you gave what they wanted
Why was it so hard to accept what I offered?
We both did things to anger each other
And after that we realized
It was ourselves we came to despise
I'm tired of faking
Tired of playing this act
I'm sick of pretending
Pretending like I couldn't care less
Don't tell me your number
I'll only falter
In the act of moving on
Don't tell me your number
Cuz these images
Will be my roadblock.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
Relax, I'm finished
Feel free to open your eyes, look and see
What I've removed from you...
Sat back, I relish
These acts I can't undo, prove to me
I didn't take back what was mine...
Heartless, harlots always are
Heartless, our bodies now on par
Feel free, to express
I cackle at the thought
I ask but I know you cannot do...
Did you, expect this
Myself even I've surprised
Before me, slain, you are strewn...
Last kiss, open mouthed, and agape
Last kiss, I have made you smile
From cheek to ******* cheek
Heartless, I cackle at the thought
Heartless, finally you really are
I have finally made you smile
From cheek to ******* cheek
Our bodies now on par...
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC