you send me pictures, but
they are not enough
to capture the light and life in your eyes
you send me videos, but
they are not enough
to recreate the sound of your carefree laugh
you send me voice mails, but
they are not enough
to fill the air with your gentle breath
you send me all of you, but
it is not enough
to warm the sheets beside me.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 11:40 AM UTC
how is
a heart
like a chimney?
they've both been
blackened
by old flames.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 11:46 AM UTC
I'd trade my smile for perfect teeth.
Who cares if I'm laughing? So long as
They are white like on TV (like what you want to see),
Then maybe now you'll love me.
I'd trade my eyes for pretty girl tears.
Who cares if I'm looking at you? So long as
I'm looking to you to hide from my fears,
Then maybe now you'll love me.
I'd drop the numbers for a perfect number,
Drop the shoulders to lie on your shoulders,
Drop my chin so I can't look at anyone else,
And other than you, I can't see anyone else.
I'd trade some skin for a little more skinny,
Trade some heart for a little more love,
Trade some human for a little more girly,
I'd trade all of me for a little more you.
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
you know how words
start to feel weird and meaningless
the more you say them?
well,
maybe that is why I
want you to stop telling me that
you love me
everyday.
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 8:34 PM UTC
to see, taste, touch, hear, feel, laugh, cry, know, walk, run, skip, jump, care, love, heal
Now look at all you can do,
just by being alive.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC
it wasn't until she cut ties with me
that I realised,
all this time,
she'd been holding a pair of scissors behind her back.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 10:33 AM UTC
I could not, could not, could not, could not
could not
refuse his brilliance.
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
you have underestimated
the difference in strength between us.
so long as I am strong,
I am stronger than you.
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 8:34 AM UTC
There's disgust
in your eyes
at the sight of a starving cat on the streets
And amusement
on your lips
when your words make me bleed
I've felt the mockery
of your touch
every time you bring me to my knees
Yes,
how could anyone love you,
stand to have their heart picked at?
But here I am, doing just that.
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 8:31 AM UTC
she,
the kind of person who's always alone,
but never looks lonely
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 5:45 AM UTC