He came over over to my house
Soaked up toxins like a sponge
A drunken drive that took an hour
I love him
for coming back to me.
Muffled "Darling" in the morning through
a mouth full of slanderous deception
He brushed my hand
He held it in mine
I stroked his back and traced his shoulder blades
We behaved like the lovers we are
and misbehaved like the children we are
and it was summer rain
and he told me he liked
just lying next to me
and being in the same room
I love him (whatever the **** that means)
A millisecond later
He told me he has someone else
He told me he hopes I **** myself
"I hope you **** yourself"
"I hope you **** yourself"
"I hope you **** yourself"
"I hope you **** yourself"
Maybe I will
but it won't be because of him
He doesn't deserve the satisfaction
of being the reason
why I hope I **** myself
"A little encouragement for the morning. I have a feeling you'll need it. [He] has stolen enough of your life and energy. This is the time when you become strong and take charge. No more will you suffer emotional damage spewed from him. You're bigger, and stronger than that, even if you don't know it. You are done. Forever. No more. He's gone; erased. You are free."
Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 1:03 AM UTC
I keep wishing for a tornado
so thunder would pound its fists on my windows
and rain would throw itself to the ground
and clouds would comfort me by covering up all the brightness
and the lightning would remind me that I'm awake
and still breathing and seeing
and hail would leaves bruises on my skin
to match my soul and lifeless self
and the winds would take me away
Take me away, I don't want to be here anymore.
I don't want to hear cherry peppers anymore
I just want to hear thunder.
Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 12:42 AM UTC
The Sprout and the Bean
"It's a racket."
I really was being a snob
I never lied
I wish you weren't ashamed of me
I wish I wasn't ashamed at myself
for not hating you as much as I know I do
and for breaking my streak
I wish you didn't lie to me
Whether you lied about how much you cared
Whether you lied to yourself when you let slip that you missed me
Whether you lied to me when you let slip that you missed me
Whether you lied to me about her to make me feel bad.
I never lied.
I wish you didn't pretend I did.
"I show her that I love her.
I hug her.
I kiss her.
I tell her that I love her."
I've never loved anybody
I've never hated anybody
but now...
I might feel both at the same time
and I don't know how to handle that
"He has done nothing except make you feel like ******* **** You are done with that piece of **** Done."
Now I remember.
But I also remember other things.
I hate remembering
Do you remember me?
I hope so
But I also need to be as forgetful as I used to be.
Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 9:52 PM UTC
You eyes are an inky oil painting,
when they leak
I miss that sinking feeling
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC
I need a handgun
and
a time machine
Save me; I'm scared of everything
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 9:59 PM UTC
Water balloon organs make up my shape
Swelling with emotional fluids
forever amplifying, squishing together
My emotions are no longer separate
My maudlin heart rests its head
on the shoulder of my claustrophobic lungs
They breathe heavily in the intimacy
of such a dangerous seduction
They're panting like a canine in heat
it's such a perilous defeat
All of these water balloons
Swelling with emotional fluids
Lose their shape when stabbed
by your dagger fingers
by your dagger teeth
by your dagger tongue
by your dagger words
They're so filled with holes
and my fluids flow freely
mixing together in a scarlett sea
a potion of swelling emotion
You and your daggers
are attracted to deformation
which is why you think my swaying back
that keeps me from standing upright
is so ****
At least my suffering is ****
Not that I have anyone to be **** for anymore
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 9:54 PM UTC
You never think they'll hurt you
until you have no heart
I wish I didn't hate you.
I wish I stopped thinking about you
I wish I could stop listening to your favorite song
and hear your opinions and light voice
roughly waving over the rhythm and strum of a simple guitar
But I can't,
So I think about you
thinking about someone else
in the way you used to think about me
And suddenly my heart is missing.
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 2:23 AM UTC
Puddle of blood on the floor
I'm sure it's the perfect size for you to splash and play in
Sorry for the mess;
I just hope you remembered to bring galoshes
Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 6:38 PM UTC
I find it kind of funny
that you told her how nice I was
(I use past tense; I am no longer decent)
And how different I was from the others
(I am no longer different from the others)
and she told you not to ruin me
I find it kind of funny
when you told me this story
I laughed like it was some kind of a joke
She knew all along
(Such a wise woman)
That I would get destroyed
(I am no longer different from the others)
I'm just like all the other stories of your past
I burn you with cigarettes
(You used to tell her how nice I was)
I'm demolished.
What a funny joke.
Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 6:32 PM UTC
I haven't eaten in two days
I think it has something to do with
feeling as fragile as your translucent body
(It's as frigid as one of these ten thousand lakes in December
and makes my heart spasm as I walk through you)
Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 3:44 PM UTC