left alone with him
raw and null in
the toilet
beaming at my pain
crying and bleeding
he an astray cat
entered and left
scratched at the
walls
and
****** on the carpet
he left his mark
I flush him away
consciously drowning
my botch
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
Of course he’s
A ******* musician
Let you tune into my soul
With melodies you
Have practiced over
And over again
They don’t sound like anything
You shake when you
Play
The strings
Don’t obey your
Weak complexities
You couldn’t serenade
A cow.
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
My eyes look down
as we walk
glued to the ground
while you talk
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 2:12 PM UTC
When going though
old photographs
you will
come across someone that
you used to love
You can't help but
look into their
big brown eyes
and fall in love
all over again.
If only for a moment
you will remember how they once
made you feel.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 10:42 AM UTC
We didn't need to say
anything
to each other that
night.
The rain spoke for us
Pounding against our
bodies
Soaking us
to the bone.
The rain said
every unspoken word
you needed to hear.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC
Here you are again,
staring in this mirror.
It lies to you.
You shake with fear and
worry and
regret
like somethings going to happen
a consequence of the actions
you did not take yet.
Here you are again,
staring at your feet.
They lie to you.
Throbbing with
blisters
and pain
They lead you down the street
through the rain
but what you really want to do is
set yourself on fire and
jump off of that bridge
Here you are again,
looking into his eyes.
They lie to you.
Uncertain
enraged
and self centered.
They stare you down
and **** the life out of
you
like a leech
You surrender
Living out this life as
a pretender
Give it up.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
we were taught we are disposable
and equipped with liquids, minerals and gold to preserve our fading beauty
because our charm is our only fluence
and it's a language with an expiration date
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC
Sitting on this
Porch again
So I don´t face whats
Going on inside
You found my
alcohol and
you seemed mad but
now you want some
You drank
You got drunk
only for the sake of
having an excuse
not to make love to
me
At this point
I dont care
all I want is the rest of that bottle
and it better be waiting for me
tomorrow.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 9:25 AM UTC
It's hard to die in springtime,
you know,
But I'm leaving for the flowers
with my eyes closed.
Whirligig birdies, oh you're so cute
you put up a good fight against the wind
blowing at you
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 12:50 PM UTC
I'm like an
orange.
Peel my shell and
tear me open
to find my
soft
sweet
insides.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 9:41 AM UTC