one day you held my hands,
the next day you fist bumped me.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
(inspired by cute crazy's "unfair")
I
loved
you
for
who
you
are...
and
you
threw
me
away
for
who
I wasn't
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
Hopefully one day you would realize its not that easy to"just be happy"
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC
A stilted stay, a pregnant pause,
as shadows sharpen midnight claws.
A dimming dome oppressed by night,
smiles weakly on this parasite.
It enters as a Trojan horse,
along a crawled collision course.
Its hollow husk holds silent spies,
who have no room for alibis.
This craven creature starts to nest,
in memories you'd long repressed
and darts behind your mood's eclipse,
a smirk of sadness on its lips.
From weary womb the beast begets,
its offspring weaned upon regrets.
Until it stirs with needle teeth,
to tear the tenderness beneath.
It stalks from shade, a grievance grown,
to steal the thoughts that were your own.
Its brittle bark a bare refrain,
before it leaps and snaps the chain.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
I never once thought I would live this long.
Always assumed I would be buried by this point.
The scars i wear each tell a story
Each one tells of a mistake i made in a fight.
My shoulder blade was taken by a gun.
My back has Kukri knife memories spanning it
My legs have so many stab wounds in them
I do not regret obtaining any of them.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
This love is a game of give and take
You can't expect to take everything and give nothing away
Treated me like your personal favorite toy
and still expect me to be at your disposal and sway?
It might have been a game for you
but not for me
You want to be a player baby?
Then lets play this game again
I'll beat you at it, beat you at it black and blue
Because if you're a player, Then I ******* made this game
Don't tell me to dance the pain away,
I'll inject the pain into your heart, and then i'll laugh again
Now, you can eat your own **** Because I'm tired of you
And I'm gonna walk away
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
i called you at 4 am with mascara
tears and bloodied knuckles grasping
a quivering cell phone in the
rain; you drove three hours
in the middle of a storm to hold
me close and claimed you'd never
let me be alone again.
you
lied.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
1. Stop trying to remember his scent, he smelled like summer and reminds you of the time he made you laugh so hard, you snorted out milk on that dead, hazy day.
2. Don't waste your day trying to decipher what colour his eyes were, it'll only remind you of the galaxies and constellations that you once saw in his eyes
3. Stop trying to retrace the shape of his mouth in the middle of the night, you'll choke on your tongue trying to taste the mint he devoured seconds before pulling you in for a kiss
4. Stop reliving the times you clasped hands together, the glass plate will fall off your trembling hands.
5. Burn this list, admit that the galaxies and constellations shining in his eyes were wilted, the one in yours are bursting with fire. Remember on the dead, hazy day his laugh sounded like nails running down a chalkboard. Remember when you kissed, the weeds growing from his mouth entangled the roses blooming in yours.
Realize that one day, another boy is going to come and plant daisies where he left behind thorns.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 7:43 AM UTC
When she whispers in your ear,
*Do you think of me?*
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
- let me take photos of him. he doesn't have to like it.
- have beautiful taste in music
- speak English as a second language
- love the sky
- love the ocean
- love the woods
- bike for hours with me
- cook with and for me
- be great with kids
- love traveling and adventure
- have carefully-thought-out philosophies on life, love, and everything in between
- make me laugh for days
- balance my intensity out with being chill
- call me beautiful in the morning
- read in cafes and on trains
- not care about material things so much as experiences
- know when to give me space
- write me letters
- go on picnics with me
- eat copious amounts of cheese with me
- love The Beatles
- love the feeling of high places and l'appel du vide
- become friends with my friends, but have his own
- drink tea or coffee
- sing in the shower
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 5:54 AM UTC