I wish I could stop
My hands from stalking
your page
from refreshing just to see your name
an expert in
pushing people away
My tongue is best tied up
instead of exercised
it's exorcism is backwards
demons it will spew
right into your insides
the things i say
aren't like the things i do
But my conscience blurs
all those lines when I'm with you
Who is this new host
of parasitic infection?
Making overly
sexualized suggestions
Who gave her the key and locked me out?
I wish I could stop
My hands from stalking
your page
from refreshing just to see your name
Dec 22, 2011
Dec 22, 2011 at 6:28 PM UTC
I went back to all the hate mail
I went back and retraced all my scars
I went back and followed you to the start
Of all the none believing
In your heart
You don't believe in
yourself
your face
your hair
your smile
You used to smile at me
and say things like
I wish I could make the pain go away
From his hands
His knuckles
His teeth
Everything he ever used to beat
you, break you, eat you
alive
I always thought he was broken
But I never thought he'd cut you with
all the shards
I keep having dreams where you're
standing now
But you've been pushed down so low
That theres no getting out
I'm sorry I chose Mary Jane
I'm sorry I chose to Escape
I'm sorry I chose to Look away
But I'm not going back there
No way
I liked to think
I chose to leave
and You chose to stay
But I know you just
chose him
instead of liberty
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 8:07 PM UTC
The course of two years
didn't come cheap
We spilt blood and money
Because living isn't free
Neither is dying
you said to me
So we hang onto our bittersweet
memories
Singing Paramore
into an empty sea
Bring more bottles home to me
at least I can press my lips to them
and remember
how you kissed me
Your alcoholism is killing you
My dreams go with you
into our placid sea
may the sweet lord
recognize you
your body
has been the cost of living
two years
didn't come cheap
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 7:55 PM UTC
I don't get it
I'm not like this
I don't do things like these
I've burnt to many bridges
But with you I've grown wings
What connections do I need?
When there isn't any soil beneath my feet?
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 7:46 PM UTC
your voice used to sing me to sleep
@ night
not no more
you grew up and left me
got big with
the boys and kohl liner
you used to sing
like a ***** in church
but i guess this new music
is the only sound you got left
and its vibrating in your chest
(undress address)
your voice used to sing me to sleep
@ night
not no more
you grew up and left me
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 7:26 PM UTC
ive grown in
not up
my thoughts are expanding
getting more violent and
repressed
i shake so hard
my knuckles are white
but i cant
bring myself to
you
the ground im standing on
is so ******* broken
that the time when i wanted
to peak
ended
the monsters are more
real now
and less so out there
but in me
get the voices outta my
head
babbling ******
half dead
i wish i could prove my point
in politics
or say what i need to with white
out in hand
my mistakes are many
my flaws are pointless
wheres the flashlight?
i need to shine it inside
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 10:31 PM UTC
been a while
been out sharpening my nails
on the backs of boys dressed like
crocodiles leather and lace all ****** mace
lines out here deliver like the best punch line
i dont do it for the show no more cuz
no ones watching and no one knows
been a while
since i carved a smile into
your face but tears roll
easy now dontcha know
been out sharpening my nails to
use em on you
but the rain wont stop
an my flights delayed
get out the house get away
cuz i been out fightin and its a while since
i been away.
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 10:21 PM UTC
I keep on having dreams
Where my only comfort is
knowing
That your out there
Somewhere
Hiding,Sleeping and Alive
Out of Harms way
from my broken lips
And horrid mind
But I can't keep hoping
Like I do
That you'll come back
Crawling, Groveling, and Love Sick
From the many nights
I've spent up
Cursing You
Because In My Dreams
My Only Comfort
Is really
Only The Idea Of You
Aug 17, 2010
Aug 17, 2010 at 5:10 PM UTC
It's funny
How missing you an entire
summer
Is quickly turning
into a "what was I thinking"
Fall
Into Eternity
My Brain is washing
Thoughts Of
And us,
we,
a you and me.
Aug 14, 2010
Aug 14, 2010 at 4:57 PM UTC
God it must be like
Dying
To be living on edge
Tip toeing
between whats real
And that gimme gimme ectasy day
Like breathing threw spandex
Just enough to
make you want more
oxygen
Never wanting
to hear
what anyone else had
to say
Besides the
music would be
too loud anyway
I wanna live that
way
but you know what they
say
Live Hard Die Fast
Aug 7, 2010
Aug 7, 2010 at 5:59 PM UTC