I'll give you everything,
until I become nothing-
only a shadow.
*the former winces
the tip-toeing, and the
platitudes, loathsome.*
Waiting with baited-
breath. For different results
than the binary.
*no expectations.
that's what you like
about it.
none of the drama.*
Unfortunately,
the answer is always null.
Just like me to you.
*in all honesty,
I can't apologize for
being the real me.*
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 8:15 PM UTC
Circle back to me.
Check in, check out-
I guess-
we’re ok today.
My heart and mind know
what I am waiting for, but
something is missing.
We’re on separate
pages, and maybe even
on separate books.
You want to love me;
To build, to grow, to learn, and
all the things between.
But I’m in peril.
Floating between right and wrong.
The good and evil.
And I’m not sure that,
the girl you fell in love with
exists anymore.
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 5:53 PM UTC
The love of my life.
My person who is supposed
to be here with me.
Is not.
My person cannot
see past our history.
We'll always be more.
Than friends.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 9:55 AM UTC
Sometimes I wonder if you like me or if-
You just like the idea. The concept.
Seeing me is like seeing yourself, looking in a mirror.
How do I know that you love me, and not the concept.
You’re projecting.
It’s all conceptual.
If imperfect people create perfect love, then what are we?
If imperfections make you beautiful, did I become grotesque?
If the concept is more alluring than the truth, then is it a lie?
If the concept is better than me, then maybe I’ll never be your lover.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
Why do I doubt someone who has given me no reason to mistrust them.
It must be because of You.
The past that swiftly winds around my chest until I suffocate, and leaves me gasping and clawing for air.
The past that immobilizes me when the situation is even slightly re-enacted.
The past that tells me I am not worthy to be loved so well and unconditionally.
The past that snakes into my mind and creates unheeded jealousy.
Why.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
*I would take the last
metro every night, if that
meant I would see you.*
Je voudrais prendre
Le dernier métro, si
Je pourrais te voir.
Je ne sais pas ce
Qu’est l’amour. Je tiens à
le trouver avec tu.
Je suis cassée. Et
je ne suis pas aussi fort,
qu’elle semble ou crois.
Toutes mes journées-
elles terminent et commencent
seulement avec tu.
Je prendrais le pré-
mier métro, si je pouvais
rester avec tu.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
I am a shadow;
Cast only in the presence
Of your mar'ked dark.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
I think the worst nights
Are the ones when we
Cry ourselves to sleep.
I said this forty-
seven days ago. Now what
do I truly have?
I no longer think
of what you are doing,
or how you might be.
I suppose that now
I am once again free to
be with anyone.
Forty-Seven days
since I said never again;
It can’t be like this.
A lot can happen
between now and forever;
the days are fleeting.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
I’ve been stabbed, excuse me while I bleed out.
Tricked again.
Cheated.
When will you learn it hurts? You obviously didn’t learn when it happened to you.
This is why I want to be emotionless. To not be drowning in this confusion, and pool of feelings.
I’d rather be floating in a sea of nothingness.
Lifeless.
Empty.
Alone.
What’s safer than that?
At least when I’m by myself- I know where I stand.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
To not let people invest in me
That’s what my motto’s been.
To not invest in people,
I’m leaving at summer’s end.
Why then did I invest in you?
What made me think that you were different?
This is the same old song again.
I’m probably just ignorant.
I give my all and everything.
I make the time to prioritize,
And without fail- imbalance
Try watching with my eyes.
I know that you’re busy,
And I know that you’re stressed.
There’s no reason that you shouldn’t be.
The clock’s counting down, time’s pressed.
Our time together is short too,
I simply wish to be relevant in your life.
The petals keep on falling… Love me,
Love me not, they cut like a knife.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC