I hope he sleeps well
with no bad dreams tonight
I hope he sees me when he closes his eyes
and knows that I care
That his sleep is filled with nothing but sweetness
and his thoughts are kind and gentle
I hope he thinks of me before his head falls to his pillow
and knows that I will be thinking of him
That his slumber is graced with tender kisses
and that he is not woken abruptly
I hope the demons that haunt him leave him be
if only for the night
I hope that upon waking he knows
that I have been visiting him in his sleep,
making sure he makes it home safely by morning
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 1:05 AM UTC
cover me in bruises
make me feel your love
strap me down and inject yourself into my bloodstream
feed my addiction, I don't want to quit you
I want to be baptized in your waters
cover my body in kisses and sweet nothings, ****** and bruised,
and send me down the river
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC
He was my first mistake
I was young, impressionable
this was information he was well aware of
A soft yet firm peach torn from the branch before it was fully ripe
coarsely bitten into, intentionally bitten into
then discarded
The bruises on my knees and scrapes on my elbows remind me of that
He was the first mistake
Why I didn't change the locks
Why I didn't say no
why I didn't insist on no
Is this my fault?
Was he my fault?
He was a ravenous shark
and I even told him that
sharks have to eat too, he said
my mother always taught me not to talk to strangers
but Ted Bundy had an enticing smile and electric eyes
I changed the locks
I bandaged my knees
I should have listened to my mother
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
I have burned all of your letters,
and I am bandaging my wounds.
I do not want to see you anymore.
You now mean nothing to me,
just as I have meant nothing to you.
Your name no longer fills my mouth with sweet tasting wine,
only blood falls from my tongue at its utterance.
I do not want to see you anymore.
I am repairing what remains of my sorry heart,
and I am casting you out.
I have burned all of your letters,
just as you have burned me.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 4:37 AM UTC
Skin similar to that of a crocodile.
Smell of stale cigarettes and boxed wine suspended in the air like an infant's mobile.
Eyes sunken so far they hide amidst the shadows of their sockets.
Sleep is but a poorly understood concept,
like love, and death.
The clothes of several days ago have grafted to the skin.
Lips as cracked and barren as the dry desert ground,
eyes as deep as the abyss, equally as empty.
She stopped caring for herself, as you stopped caring for her.
A once beautiful, lively creature, remains motionless on the floor,
underneath a night sky of great uncertainty and hopelessness.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC
What did you honestly expect?
Teenagers never think about anyone but themselves,
selfie generation ring any bells?
They never give to the community, only take.
Thirty hours of hard work, but you're right.
I did give, but not as much as I took.
I gave my free time, but I took moments to cherish.
I gave my hard work, but I took countless warm smiles and thank yous.
Gave my energy, my devotion, and took an experience that will stay with
me for many years to come.
So, you are correct, nay-sayer of youth,
I am part of the "selfie generation"-
that is true. I do think about myself,
and I do take from my community.
Even though I did give, I agree with you, because
everything I gave to the community,
the community gave back to me,
and for that, I am grateful.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
Maybe it is that I am in love with you,
or perhaps I am simply in love with the sadness.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC