Sometimes, I wish I was cold-hearted.
And I have no idea why.
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 1:22 PM UTC
You'll never read this.
And I'll never see your face again.
Not in real life anyway.
It pops up.
In my dreams.
In my train of thought.
Sometimes.
Many years ago
I thought
We were
The story of infidelity
*** in the park
Secrets
And heartbreak.
It turns out
We were
The story of lies
Unintentional love
Undeserved passion
And lessons learned
All the wrong ways.
And now I know
You didn't love me
And you didn't love her.
And I'm glad I'll never
See your face again.
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 1:20 PM UTC
I used to think about you every day
Bittersweet and nostalgic
Now I think of you when the moon is blue
I forget your middle name
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
I am from nowhere special.
I am from a small place.
I am from bonfires and intoxication.
I am from my parents.
I am from their love.
I am from their hate.
I am from a womb that later housed two others.
I am from lonliness and self-mutilation.
I am from Ramen and frozen pizzas.
I am from mental illness.
I am from coffee and cigarettes.
I am from Grandma's biscuits.
I am from laughter and too many tears.
I am from getting high on the roof.
I am from an altered state of mind.
I am from my mother.
I am from seeing the sky.
I am from hope of better things.
I am from the search of soul mates.
I am from me.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
I'm a hopeless romantic
that really likes to ****
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC
Six years old and we thought we knew
How it would all turn out
But Prince Charming doesn't
Go through hell to find us
He doesn't love us more
Because we're not completely human
The beasts don't transform
Just because we love them
One kiss doesn't awaken us
We're never rescued from the Gustavs
The Jafars
Or the wicked witches
And there are never any happily ever afters
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
I like the way the sky smells in the summer
And your hand in my hair
I like coffee and cigarettes
And how the ashtray fills with our secrets
I like it rough
And every end of a good book
I like the greener side of happiness
And the way it was
I like a mystic sense of humor
And magic
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
In fifteen years
When you've signed your third set of divorce papers
And I've had too many one-night stands to count
When you've got two kids in highschool
And I've written three unpublished novels
When our lists are long
And our hopes are gone
When our youth is a memory
And half our lives are over
...that's when we'll get married
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC
You can barely see the scars
On my thighs
Anymore
That kind of bothers me
And I'm not sure why
We talked on the phone
For hours the other day
The fact that it had been years
Didn't even come up
You're married again
And you're having a baby
I didn't have anything to tell you
Because there's nothing to tell
You said you missed my laugh
I asked why
You said she doesn't laugh
Then you said she does
But it's always the same
It did make me think of all those years ago
The fighting
The screaming
The crying
The cutting
The laughing
The ***
The heartbreak
The longing
The jealousy
The secrets
The silence
The words
At least then I had something to talk about
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
I'm content
I like myself...
How I look...
Who I am...
But I have writer's block
Because I have nothing to say
When I'm happy
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC