you’ll leave
and when you do
make sure you leave the lights
turned off
and the door locked
I’d like to sip whiskey and
stare at the skyline through my window
while I sit in dark
the light outside would remind me of you
hoping you’d come back home
belligerently drunk or mind-numbingly high
we could go out for a quick midnight escape
or I could step out right now
scream your name in a whisper
you’d turn around with moonlight glimmering in your eyes
and I’d hold your hand to bring you home
but instead I let my sober eyes close
because this isn’t quite your home anymore
while your eyes shine, blood and bone lurk within your smile
so instead I’d choose to lose myself
in a pool of fictitious thoughts
as I’d try to forget the curves you adorned
but I do not want to go through this
so come to me right now
and lull me to sleep
switch off the lights
and leave.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 2:53 PM UTC
When I'm with you, I feel volcanoes burst and lava run over popping candies and bits of fresh flowers. I feel stars crashing against each other on national highways and sparks fly to the nearby pond and eventually die. I feel dust settling in the craters that your body has magnificently carried since inception. I feel the blood flow on battlefields and words flow on blank sheets. I feel masterpieces being written in red and unread books being burnt and shred. I feel light unfold in a garb of you and wings being buried in the hefty snow. I feel meteors flashing as they skim through the night sky and flowers opening amidst a wildfire I feel everything so intensely, so deeply but god **** it, I'm allergic to dust and the mere sight of blood is enough to knock me out of my consciousness. But I feel each word, each syllable and each spark of a dying star. You often come close to me and I know physical closeness has never been my forte but when you touch my collarbones and breathe down my chest, you become my kryptonite. You're not my lighthouse, you're my storm and I've never felt happier drowning in rage of the tempest. And so today, I only wanted you to know that when I say I love you, what I really mean is that I wish there was a stronger word to describe us.
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 12:38 AM UTC
Into the wild
She walked
Alone
With her thoughts
Wondering why
People walked away
As she did too
To some place
Where she didn't hurt
As much
As she does now.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
I picked up my pen today
and wished to write something
that would make you smile.
I ruminated for hours
about laughter and beauty
to cheer you up.
I stared at the blank sheet
as I thought of you.
What good would love
make of a girl who's nothing
but a blurred phantom?
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
They come,
They touch.
They walk away.
Money stacked
into my bra strap,
They touch.
They walk away.
Another night,
Another show.
Same fright,
Another pillow.
They come,
They pay.
And they walk away.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
While there was one,
Indited upon.
And the other,
Folded into an envelope.
But was I not more envious,
Of the ink stained letter
Privileged enough
To be enshrouded,
Embraced,
By the sleeve
With so much love.
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC