(do you still miss me?)
my heart hurts and i want to be there for you
melt your troubles with my arms around your waist
i don't think you'd want me to try
(more than i should)
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 10:19 PM UTC
your name has power
and you know it, but you dont realize its yours
correct them without thought or humiliation
dont let them modify it to fit their tongue
it hurts but it will feel so much better
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 10:55 PM UTC
an angel gave me his eyes and it ruined me
baby blue, with a sugary smile
attentive and excited
made me miss his hands
but he was no more an angel than you
his skin stretched thin over anger and assumption
so why were his eyes so sweet?
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
sprawled on the bed, laughing into the dark
with every beat, my heart lifts me off the sheets
the back of my skull is rotting from where you touched it
teeth still knocked out of place from where they melted with yours
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 8:43 PM UTC
you have my heart, and i
i have the memory of your summer-sweet smile
cooling on my lips
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 8:36 PM UTC
some of the softest glows:
fairy lights
the moon at exactly 11:32pm
radio lights on the car dashboard in the dark
skin after a facemask
the lettering on the goodnight texts you send back
you, when you laugh
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC
eyes closed, head tipped in favor of the sky
a smile on his face to parallel icarus,
the angel that was not meant to be
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
lonely and sad
past the softer skys and milky drinks and you
grab for wavelengths of happiness playing through the radio
and youre struck with disappointment and humility and shame, somehow
and jealousy and anger and a longing because yes, a good time
is a good time and wouldn’t you rather feel helpless and beside yourself?
today
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
a change to the smell of chlorine in our hair
and sticky watermelon juice on my thighs
that you wipe away with your thumbs
ill grin into your flushed cheeks
and **** on your strawberry seed lined tongue
and when we sit in your car and try to rub away the goosebumps on our arms
the towels underneath us damp and the ac ******* the air from our lungs
ill be able to sing along to the wibbly wobbly ballad on the radio
and feel peace
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC
your tricks were your eyes of magic, hidden in sleeves of gold
a cynical set that took hold when we needed each other most
the effect of want is the pole you hang your noose on
it fails because you can never get what you want
your blindness drowns you in bruises along your neck
the pain of staying alive and barely living is haunting
so you find need in the deepest parts of yourself
and feed the underlying craving of obsession
i mean nothing to your life because you never loved me
but from the moment we met your fate was my oasis
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 11:39 PM UTC