You are hidden
in the back of my brain and repressed
in an attempt to be forgotten.
Only to be remembered
when triggered by a touch or voice.
You rise from the shadows,
making yourself known,
conquering all my other memories,
pushing everything aside.
You dominate my head,
I applaud you for your assertiveness,
always winning the battle,
King of my mind,
until you are lost
no more.
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 11:02 PM UTC
i miss you
steady guitar riff in a loop
tucked behind my ear
you trace your fingers there
i fall asleep with a smile
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
If crimson beads form and drip from the outstreched fingertips of my soul,
I'll try to remember.
The rose only ****** in self defense,
and pain stabs the heart in hope to be felt forever.
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
Where do I begin
I can’t feel my feet
I think I’m melting into the moon
I think I’m melting into the walls of your room
I think I’m morphing into
The spring
My fingertips eager to bloom -
To plant something beautiful
Inside the depths of your chest
I don’t want to leave
The lack of doubt is foreign to me
And for the first time in my life
I let it be
I remember the pain
The doubt
That such a word would
ever again leave my mouth
That I could ever understand
My own heart again
You’ve broken down
The strongest barrier I’ve ever built
With nothing but
The softness of your lips
I am raw
I am open
This is me
This is all for you
I catch myself staring at the sky
Wondering if there’s somewhere else I should be
But I’m too busy falling in love
To even hold a thought inside my skull
My body is so fluid
I can’t hold my bones together
I think I’m melting into you
And for the first time in my life
I really don’t mind
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
i got glasses in 6th grade
because i couldn't see the board
my mom took me to the eye doctor
he shook my hand and said
"your vision should get better
it's just you growing up"
i wore my glasses every day
and things stopped being such a blur
until 7th grade
when my vision got worse
i went back to the eye doctor
he shook my hand with his cold one
"your vision got a little worse, that's okay, nothing to worry about"
so i got different lenses
and a better prescription too
the board became clearer
and things were even less of a blur
i went back freshman year
because i wanted contacts
i was sure my vision changed again
maybe it got worse
the doctor shook my hand again
giving me goosebumps
"your vision hasn't changed"
i thought
how is that possible?
something has to have changed
it feels so different
but nothing did
during freshman year
is when i loved you
i loved you so much
that i ignored all the harsh words
and the way you'd make me feel small
i loved you so much
that i never saw the way you treated me
even when everyone else did
that's when i realized
even with contacts or glasses
some people still can't
see clearly
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC
Time is the villain
It takes us all away,
and never lets us stay
still.
Pushed to move forward
With no reason why,
or asking if we wanted to try
again.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 12:08 AM UTC
Turn it back to a time
when you didn’t know what day it was
and still called me pretty.
Turn it back to a time
when we talked all night
and comforted each other.
Turn it back to a time
when I smiled
because of you.
Turn it back to a time
when I wrote long letters
to say I cared.
Turn it back to a time
when I didn’t send that out of anger
because I was left…
Turn it back to a time
when I didn’t say
that I didn’t want to be friends anymore.
Turn it back to a time
when I could walk into a room
and wouldn’t tremble at the sight of you.
Turn it back to a time
when I didn’t have to get info
about you from someone else.
Turn it back to a time
when I still saw you
everyday.
Turn it back to a time
when I still talked to you
everyday.
Turn it back to a time
when we had some trust
in each other.
Turn it back to a time
when I didn’t have to write things
to temporarily forget you.
If only I could turn back time.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
I read my past poems
and think to myself
how childish I was
to write about someone
I thought mattered.
I read my past poems
and think to myself
how was I proud of this work?
I read my past poems
and think to myself
how much has changed.
I read my past poems
and I think to myself
the person I wrote about before
has changed
into you.
I read my past poems
and think to myself
is that what’s going to happen to us?
I read my past poems
and think to myself
are you worth starting over?
I read my past poems
and think to myself
that this is all a waste of my time
but I do it for you anyway.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC
I would rather type your name
than write it.
Erasing it doesn't take make it disappear completely.
your name with the pencil that's only slightly faded,
pen or marker that's scratched
underneath it all,
your name still sticks.
Typing your name
I press delete and it's gone.
a tap of the backspace and it's gone.
If I had to be completely honest
typed or written
is your name
really gone?
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC