Your touch lingers
Its that feeling of bugs in your bed
An unwelcome crawling
Bugs that go where they want
Taking home in the darkest of places
Laying their eggs as reminders
Reminders of memories i don’t have
Reminders of unwelcome hands
Reminders of the pest you are
You linger like a pest
But no amount of chemicals can rid me of you
No bug treatment can erase my memory of you
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 5:58 PM UTC
its that awful feeling of waking up
blindfold off and lights that shine too bright
memories come in a flash
sickness comes in waves
closed eyes, counting breaths
bad tasting breaths
truth screams shrill and harsh
face scrunched in confusion
hands in fists fighting for memory
too awake but longing for sleep
emotions dulled, colors bright
remembering the beautiful day
longing for a memoryless night
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 1:00 AM UTC
sketch ups and coffee cups
a gentleman with craftsman's hands
a Ryan Gossling in a cheap blazer
lofty dreams and hard labor
early mornings with coffee cups
late nights with endless sketch ups
eyes tired from late nights
a fairy tale and the knight
a nervous smile at pin up
pat on the back to cheer up
no cream but to sugars
the autumn chill creates shivers
early mornings with sunrises
just kids in architect guises
a love for paper and her
for SIM and for him
fueled by coffee cups
and early morning sketch ups
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 7:38 PM UTC
I never understood love being a drug
but i get it, i know you are no good
that everytime i get high
I know, I know i should
say no and tell you good bye
but you mean well
my friends watch in worry
as I bleed by heart out for you
I watch and i wait
wondering if i fell for your bait
if i'm just a pretty face
I give and give and all you do is take
I won't be mad, not one who hates
so i come back, and back, and back again
to your toxic love of more than a friend
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 7:29 PM UTC
they say that alcohol releases another side of you
to say the things you wouldn't say sober
to feel more or feel nothing
to bold while faded
it's intoxicating
perhaps that's why I am drawn to you
your presence challenges me
challenges me to be bold and be me
the thrill is intoxicating
but you're gentle arms invite me
like the warm feeling the liquor gives me
but then you turn cold and sour
I'm left confused and feeling hungover
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 11:47 PM UTC
and it was just a kiss
a quick peck on the lips right?
I shouldn't be so upset
but hell, I don't now what's worse
the memories or words
both haunted me filling my head with lies
lead to trouble with other guys
you see, I eventually found someone, someone good
I found my first real boyfriend
I told him what had happened
he said he promised he'd never do that to me
and for a time it was true, everything was fine
but then he decided to test the waters
wade into the deep end, but I couldn't swim
I lost my breath, thrashed searching for air
digging nails for a grip on reality
and we continued this dangerous dance
but I made the music stop, said no
said I've had enough
he took my naivety and fear he told me
"It's okay, I've got you"
"if we do this enough you'll get used to it"
had the audacity to say "what about my needs"
and at that point, I went numb
I know it's dumb but it's easier
it is easier to hold my tongue and face it
than it is to speak and hold my ground
just to be buried beneath it
he pushed lines, lines that were set from day one
saw them as suggestive speed limits rather than stop signs
so he slowed down, did a drive by
he drove into me and away with confidence and any remaining pride
it got to the point where makeup couldn't hide cuts
laughter couldn't hide tears
he smothered the light from me
I began to fancy the idea of cars colliding with trees
curled up, head on my knees
my saving grace was my friends
I thank them for showing me sense
and with sweating palms and teary eyes
I painfully, finally, called it quits
it had become so much more than a kiss
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 10:33 PM UTC
they will say it was "just a kiss"
I know because I said it too
I was 12, only in seventh grade
and in case you were wondering,
I wore gray jeans, a black sweater, and boots
let's be honest we all went through a goth phase or two
and he, he was dark and mysterious
the bad boy type every pre-teen girl swoons over
I was the good girl, straight A's and naive
hell, it's beginning to sound like a fairy tale
but it wasn't, see I said "no"
this would be the first of many ignored "no"s
we were waiting for the bus
no, we were not alone. not just us
and he told me "just a kiss goodbye"
I said no, "no please just go"
but instead, he cornered me
and how could I ever fight back
he was 5'10 I was barely five feet
I tried to duck away
he took his hands forced me to stay
I turned my head looking anywhere but him
he took his hand made me face him
said "but I like you" I said "please, no thank you"
he tried again, I turned and said "NO"
and there we were, just a kiss
and with that, he left a smirk across his face
I looked to my friend, he saw it all happen
didn't say a single thing
one boy yelled ****
but no one listened
I ran to the bathroom, back to the stall
silent sobs echoing off tile walls
I rubbed my lips, scrubbed them raw
rinsed my mouth with soap and water
just to wash it away hoping that,
maybe if I scrub hard enough It didn't happen
but it did
and I reminded when I called it quits
gathered the bravery to say we are done
and he responded with "you'll pay for this ***
the next day I was greeted with
**** ***** thirsty, ****
he told everyone I asked for it
He said I liked it rough
I retaliated but his word was worth more than mine
but tell me how can I like it rough
I didn't even know what that meant
that was just the beginning
it all started wth just a kiss
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
Suddenly my nails are the most interesting thing in the world
the room becomes smaller it starts to whirl
my hand's sweat, my mouth dry, feel like I'm gonna hurl
the buzz from my drink not enough to keep my calm
I curl my toes and take a breath
hope to god no one knows, that the anxiety doesn't show
I hold my breath and look around the room
feels like I'm drowning in a sea of familiar faces
My friends faces as foreign as those of strangers
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 1:54 AM UTC
There seems to be a misunderstanding.
You are under the impression,
You got away with theft possession.
However you never will
The girl that's too sweet too nice
You had her heart her trust
You played make believe, used the word us
You stole her innocence, broke her trust
You'll never get away
Because she wont ever forget
Those who see her everyday
They know you took something precious away
She will never do anything to hurt you
could never do what you put Her through
She has forgiven but will never forget
You haven't faced justice yet
Her army of friends aren't so forgiving
see how hard it is for her to keep living
You destroyed a girl so sweet so nice
Be prepared to face a storm of fire and ice
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
in art, there is a study of chiaroscuro
dark versus light a contrast so beautiful
you, you are what they say is dark
you are curt and hard headed
thick skinned protecting a big heart
they say i am light
optimistic and light-hearted
an open heart protecting a broken one
the light and the dark dance
a beautiful composition of chiaroscuro
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC