Smoke another cigarette
Lay me under the stars
Taste the whiskey on my breath
Kiss all of my scars
Give me a memory I won't forget
Up each thigh
Something I'll wonderfully regret
Down each wrist
This feeling I have missed
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 3:12 AM UTC
You, you are mine
And I want to try
Try to understand
Why you
Of all people
Want to hold my hand.
I'm a ******* wreck
Yet you still want to kiss my neck
And you do everything
So effortlessly
So why
Oh god why be with me
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
The majority of people are blind,
Arrogant,
Swallowed up in their own ignorance,
And the rest too consumed with reality to admire the beauties of the world.
There's yet to meet someone in between that understands the pain,
The pain of being aware of the horrors in the world,
Yet also finding calm in the storm.
The pain of not being able to share the bitter sweet emotions that are subsided.
It's so lonely stuck in between
**** is it lonely
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
It's 3 in the morning
My mind is racing
All I crave is someone's touch
Someone's skin against mine
The comfort of another's warmth and rhythmic breathes
To lay my head on their chest and listen to their heart beat
Until my breathing syncs with their every inhale
Every exhale
Simply at ease with my thoughts
And every worry subsided
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 6:38 AM UTC
I remember being a little kid, having no cares in the world
so ignorant and full of life
there was a glimmer of hope always in my eyes
I wanted nothing but the best for everyone around me
Then you happened
You stole my innocence
Now the glimmer is gone and i can't see straight
Everything is a blur, and I can't find the beauty in little things
The once pure, white canvas is now black, coated with ashes.
It all started with one act of trust
I let you in, was fooled into caring
And you destroyed it.
For years I've dealt with the guilt and horrid memories of your rough hands taking advantage of me
It wasn't much, but it was enough
more than enough
Your fingernails left scars on my inner thighs.
I can't get rid of your mark..
I'm forever haunted by you
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
I'm not a put out cigarette at the end of a rough day,
Your midnight **** on the torn up couch because you were lonely,
I'm not an excuse for you to pretend you don't care,
Your extra blanket that gets thrown on the floor when it's too warm.
I'm not your second choice,
I'm my own last,
And that already makes my mind spin far too fast.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
I made a mistake
Once it was poorly made
The thread began to slowly unwravel.
After a while it all fell apart
One by one
Until there was nothing left.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC
I spend my time alone, aimlessly wandering around
Observing the trees, and the way clouds move through the sky without glancing back.
I spend my nights surrounded by darkness
Except for the remaining embers of a lit cigarette, my cigarette.
I've never quite understood
Why what I find comfort in, always tares me apart.
All I know is I let you effortlessly break me above all things,
And I knew deep down you couldn't be trusted
But I guess it's the thrill of being broken that keeps me coming back.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
There are mornings when the windchimes remind me of your voice
And all anyone else hears is a meaningless noise
I can feel your presence linger no matter where I go
It's hard to believe that you're no longer here with me, at home
I remember when you'd sit beside me and listen to me sing
You wouldn't speak until every
Last note had stopped to ring
It's hard to believe that your every
last breathe has ended
There is no way my emotions and thoughts could be mended
So now I sit out staring
Staring at the mournful moon
If only you could've lived a little longer
You left too soon...
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
And these are the nights
The nights spent in silence
Overwhelmed with discomfort
And these are the days
Full of nothing
But the thoughts flooding
These are the years
Left with constant pain
And remorse to rely on
This is life.
A routine
That is far too familiar.
Far too wasted
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC