last Tuesday you left me flowers on my doorstep,
but i was still running down the stairs
when you had walked back through the gate;
you kicked down the sign as you passed -
the one with the chipped wood and peeling paint
i must admit i ripped up the petals,
he loves me, he loves me not
i watched them fall to the ground then wither and curl
now the sign you never read is nailed back up;
for rent but never for sale
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC
you walked through my mind countless times
and your name brushed my lips more than i can remember
but your footsteps never left prints on the pathways in my heart
and the seeds you planted in my lungs never grew into trees
you were an empty page that i could still read
and you told me to fill it
but you left before i could speak
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
i send my eleven wishes out to you
open the catch and force it through
throw the pennies down the line
to the new fortune
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
i could tell you were in love because you started showing up more often and I could tell you were in love because you sat in a different seat then you usually did and i could tell you were in love by the way you bit your lip for a moment before reminding yourself to stop and I could tell you were in love because you entered the room with the most bashful smile on your face and your hands were shaking a little bit and there was a tint of pink on your cheeks and I could tell you were in love because you started to change yourself; the way you dressed, the way you did your hair- and i couldn't understand why you were trying to change something that was already so perfect to begin with and I could tell you were in love by the way you spoke about love like you understood it so well, you spoke about it while looking across the room at someone with your pupils dilated and this was love as i had never seen before and I could tell you were in love but just not with me
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 2:47 AM UTC
you're so dull
but in such an artistic way
your black soul, blue face
sparkle with so much brightness
i dont understand
why you don't see what i do
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC
you say you're "sorry"
but then, there you are
doing the same things again.
and see, this is why i
mustn't trust you, even if i wish i could
because i'm scared
that the next time you say
you're "sorry"
the bruise that you've left me with
won't be able to fade
you say that you're sorry.
but you don't know much it hurts
and you know, i am sorry too.
but 'sorry' is just a word
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 9:57 PM UTC
Sometimes i'd let the wind catch my hair
and reach out a hand to
touch the street lamps as they
flashed past
and sometimes i'd lean back against the leather
seat in silence
but it was always the same smile
that you gave me as we got out
Sometimes we'd lie and let the small
countless grains fall through
out fingers and try not to
think that it was the minutes
that we had left
and sometimes we'd dive beneath
the waves and get lost
in the foam and resurface
with flowers in our hair
but it was always the same light
that shone in your eyes
either way
Sometimes we'd wake up covered in the
soft blankets and the yellow light
seeping through the breeze and
the gaps in our intwined fingers
and sometimes we'd wake on the polished floor
surrounded by faceless bodies,
crushed bottles and flashing lights,
and it would be the streamers
the got lost in my hair, not your fingers,
but it was always the same words
you said to me as you
opened bleary eyes
And sometimes i think you never change because
this is all you ever wanted in all your
dizziest daydreams
but Sometimes i think i was wasting my time
believing that this wasn't your
worst nightmare and that it
was because your new
words are whispered in
someone else's ear
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 2:47 AM UTC
i was going through old papers
and i found things i had scrawled
ages ago, now.
endless lines about you, you, you.
but now, looking through the messy words,
i can't even remember
who you are anymore
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC
you assume that you radiate
power
when you walk down the halls with them
begging at your feet
but, darling, you seem to have forgotten
quantity
can never compete with
quality
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 4:13 AM UTC
you think that you can get to me,
hurt me
with your sideways looks;
half glances
and carrying whispers
maybe you can
and maybe sometimes
i will go home with red eyes
and swollen cheeks
but you can't continue watering
dead flowers
and so in time when i have
come home and
condemned you to the ends of the earth
i will remember that there
is still someone who cares about me
enough to talk about
nothing and everything for hours
as we lie
on the cold metal slabs of the
veranda roof
and to waste their 11:11 wishes
on me
and although they might not have
the prettiest of faces,
their heart is oh so much bigger
and warmer than yours
will ever be
and the way they make others smile
so much that their
cheeks ache
is so much more beautiful
than the brightest star
and their soul is embroidered
in intricate patterns
with the fine white stitching
that the sun has turned the
warmest yellow
and yours hasn't even sewn
with the darkest of
black threads
and so then the sun will never even
be able to turn them
a lighter shade of
grey
and for that i pity you,
that your heart is darker than
the oldest and loneliest tombstone
in a forgotten graveyard
and when we're floating on our
yellow strings
we will watch you blunder
in the darkness
feeling around unseeing for
the blunt needle
with the short black thread
barely attached
so you might stitch yourself
back up
but its already rolled away
to the furthest corner
and is now being covered in layer upon layer
of dust
and when you look up from your
wishing well
hoping that someone will choose you as their
11:11 wish
so that you will be able to sew your
way out
of your cold and forgotten well
but you wait and wait
in vein
and i feel sorry for you
for you have no one who
cares enough
to thread your needle
for you
and cover your heart in
yellow stitching
or close their eyes even for the shortest
milliseconds
and wish on your star
which was never shining very brightly
in the first place.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 3:56 AM UTC