Were you my lover?
or a monster under my bed?
Did you notice my sloppy prose?
My ninth-grade teacher surely did.
You were a teacher too, weren't you?
Before you found me there.
Out in the Hill Country of Texas
Under those big, beautiful stars
I thought I wouldn't want to be anywhere else
I look back and I see that I was so scared
of being with you.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 11:09 PM UTC
Do you miss me?
Do you miss me staring at you?
Do you miss telling me to stop?
Do you miss me admiring you playing your games?
All of them
Every last one of them
You mesmerized me
You do still do
I love you
So desperately
and you...
What am I?
An afterthought?
Barely formed
Without shape
I love you
You...
What?
You what?
Dec 5, 2021
Dec 5, 2021 at 10:08 PM UTC
He was cold,
and my blood was warm.
I was his first **** after a long winter.
He had my body pinned,
down in the snow bed,
and this was the end for me.
I would be his feast,
and no one else would ever have me.
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 12:19 AM UTC
"Don’t be dismayed by good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends."
Richard Bach -The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
Part of me always wanted to fix it.
Part of me always wanted it to be you.
Then part of me always wondered what you were keeping me from.
I missed ragged breathing,
I missed drunken binges,
I missed feeling alive.
Now all I seem to miss is you.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
I wish I could put into words the way you looked at me,
or the way you're voice sounded.
I wish I could put into words the way you felt under my finger tips,
or the way your hair tangled in my grip.
I wish I could put into words how it felt to watch you go,
but only Molly knows.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 7:09 PM UTC
"You like me too much."
"You don't like me enough."
"That's not true..."
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 6:45 PM UTC
I'll never forget the night you slammed the door.
It was the same night you grabbed my face and screamed my name.
I'll never forget that night you drove to my apartment drunk,
then told me later it was a lie.
I'll never forget the night in the park.
The night you screamed at me for getting high,
screamed at me for cheating while high.
The night I found out you went through my phone,
while I slept quietly in your bed, four months ago.
Here we are now.
I'm clean,
except for the occasional *******
That's my secret.
You're drunk,
more often than I'd like you to be.
So what's your secret?
So do I slam doors?
Should I grab your face and scream your name?
Do I take you to the park in the middle of the night?
Unfortunately, no.
I'm the only one who makes mistakes here.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
I think about your bare skin,
carresed by the sheets.
I think about your touch,
is it rough? Is it kind?
I think about how you sleep at night,
with someone in your bed.
Do you bite the lip of the person kissing you?
Did their breathing change?
How does your hair smell?
Maybe it smells like rain.
Thoughts of you haunt.
Thoughts of you touching the person I love.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
Dear God,
I miss you.
Is that weird?
Sincerely,
You're Forgotten Lamb
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC