Sleep starts fogging up my mind
But all I want to ever think about is you
You sustain me, keep me sane
Stitch the parts back where holes once grew
Take a zip line through my mind
You'll find out that you mean so much
Hope you read every poem I made for you
You're my pills, my greens, my crutch
Oblivion takes over my mind
Eyes tight shut but you are all I clearly see
Strung out, bare in your bed
A display, an audience limited to me
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 5:09 AM UTC
I wanna be the one to make you laugh
Throw your head back, eyes squinted
Your mouth in the form of a toothy grin
Maybe some dimples here and there
But it's okay if you don't have them
I'd still think you're perfect anyway
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
Haven't felt it in a while
That tearing inside and out
The feeling of an impaled heart
The breath coming to a halt
As your name and message
Flashed across the screen
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
There's not quite a face like yours
No one else but me adores
Mapped out, pinned inside my head
Still think of you when I lay in bed
I asked if we could get a picture
You obliged and said, "Okay, sure,"
Your braces cyan at that time
Wished right then that you'd be mine
Then you left and went to places
Red was the color of your braces
Last time, you got to Singapore
Back home I rotted to the core
Saw you then not too long after
Give or take just one year later
Turned my head back, saw your smile
Happiest I've felt in a while
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
i can take on anyone
their identities
fabricated personalities
i can look like anyone
a stolen selfie
i can claim to be mine
i can change myself
i'm a stranger
you'll never know
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
är världens fira
att det tog dig ifrån mig
från oss?
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
Our mouths and lungs became remnants of volcanic eruptions
But then I lost you in the magma, the soot, and the rubble
I lost you long before the apex of Armageddon
And now all I ever see is in varying shades of red
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
The festive mood wasn't so contagious,
but it brought me a sense of security,
false as the artificial roses I'd given
to all those whom I had 'loved' before.
The calendar was on its very last page
and I was well on my merry way
to down my final gulp of this concoction:
a blend of gloom and seething rage.
I nursed on the sour poison in my mouth
and mulled over scorned temporaries and
the would-be forevers who got away.
The clock hit twelve; I'm relieved of pain.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 7:44 AM UTC
The world must take joy
in keeping us both away
I miss you so much
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 6:56 AM UTC
I found out your grave
Filled with webs but no body
I mourned for nothing
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 6:34 AM UTC