it doesn’t feel very nice when
someone likes you and
gets to know you and
then decides they
don’t like you so much
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC
I’ve gone and done
something dumb
again
you can’t love me,
but what if
you do?
you look at me,
I *******
crumble
your eyes on me
making me
want you
knowing I won’t have you
probably not ever
now I’ll sit in my car
I’ll pretend forever
you want me too
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 9:03 PM UTC
you called me cold,
your frozen fingers giving mine frostbite
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
I hate when people use the psalm to say,
“our bodies are wonderfully made,”
but they don't teach us that our minds
are made wonderfully as well
I am fearfully made but I am fearful
for I have been taught through this teaching
that my body was made more wonderfully than my mind
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC
I cut off my hand
to put in a bouquet
that you didn’t keep
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
there was a time when I looked to the stars
and I saw your face
it was simpler and less difficult
and I didn’t have to cry when I thought of you
I used to believe that your heart was the moon
and that your sun shone upon me where I walked
but the moon has grown cold
and the sun’s burned my skin
and the stars don’t look like you at all
but the moon shines where it wills
and the sun burns who it pleases
and the stars don’t really look like anything anyway
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
our hands touched for a split second
but it’s all I’ve been able to think about for days
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
I started going to counseling this week
because my plants started dying
the roots are all rotted
and the leaves are just slowly eating away at themselves
maybe my roots are rotten too
and I need to fix them before I start eating myself up
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
every night before I sleep
I pray I won’t see you again in my dreams
every time, you scratch open the wound in my back
and I’m so tired seeing you like that
why can’t I remember the days when you made me alive?
you were the only one who knew me and a part of me died
maybe all of me died when you threw me away
like the trash in the corner you’ve been ignoring all day
I hate that you treated me like that, even more that you still are
I hate that my mind tries to tell me who you are
I know that’s not you, the one I see in my sleep
I know you're not the monster I see in my dreams
please, I can’t watch you slash open the scar on my skin
because you’ve hurt me too much to hurt me again
I know that’s not you; but if it is, then who am I,
but the trash you forgot to take outside?
because you killed me and bagged me and threw me away
I was the trash that you left on the corner that day
and it's black and it stinks and I'm covered in ****
and I thought that you loved me more than this
I've tried and I've tried to push these thoughts out
and trust me, I'm trying to stop dreaming so loud
and I hate when I try to convince myself that's what you're like
but I hate it even more when I'm ******* right
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
am I a sicko
wanting something different
from what I should want?
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC