Crust cut off sandwiches,
brush the knots out of my hair.
Turn the night light on.
Check-in my closet,
read me a bedtime story.
I love you, goodnight.
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 2:28 PM UTC
I feel ok sometimes,
Until I hear a song that reminds me
Of the time we spent together
Even though it hurts I remember
I take that pain with me
Forever, Ill take that pain with me
I was the one who asked you to leave
Now I have tears on the ends of my sleeve
Left me alone in our house
Where the corners still smell like you
No, I'm not ok
But I am trying
I hope reminders of me sting
Like the cuts around my hips
Maybe you don't think of me at all
I will find new arms to break my fall
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
The morning light hurts my eyes
I feel less hidden
All of my insecurities poking out like the sun
My nostrils hurt from the long weekend
I beg you to be lonely like I am
I am awaiting your call
Even if you don't call I'll still wait
Crawling back to you
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 10:50 AM UTC
With time it is supposed to get easier
That is what they told me
You even told me that yourself
This is much harder when you're lonely
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 4:18 PM UTC
I broke my best friends heart,
I wish it were me instead.
Me the one who is limping with the broken wing.
Why not me and why you.
You could have flown so high,
if I hadn't shot you down,
with cupids arrow.
Guess that's why you can't trust Gods.
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 9:33 PM UTC
in class today some kid said that when you hear gods voice, your head will explode
maybe you are a god
because I swore when I heard you say it was over
my whole ******* body exploded
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC
A long way to go
Down a road, I don't know
Will I do it alone
Or with a purpose
My feet are raw
From the path to finding myself
I had hoped to meet you there
You might have gotten lost finding yourself
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 2:00 PM UTC
The rope around my neck will never hold me up long enough to see God.
The slits on my wrist that turn my bath water red won’t ever sound like songs sung by the choir.
The bottles of water and pills aren’t the same as the body and blood of Jesus Christ, but I use them as they are.
The bruises that cover my skin aren’t kisses from angels, but when you kissed them, I felt angels lips on my skin.
When you spoke words, I felt God around me, and while you were inside of me, I felt holy.
The times I spent on my knees felt like I was praying for your mercy, but unlike God, you won’t forgive my sins.
So if I get to heaven and don’t see your face, then I will finally understand who you are.
You left me with a tan line on my ring finger and a prayer on my lips.
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 1:53 PM UTC
I wish I chose me
Instead of you
But, I didn't
Now we are here
Who do I choose
I can't choose us both
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 2:03 AM UTC
maybe your hand does fit better in hers
and her wrists will be clean,
And the acid in her stomach will stay there.
her hands won’t shake while talking to your parents
and while you guys make love, she won’t cry because she had never felt so much love inside of her
and maybe her lungs won’t be stained black from cigarettes and
her veins won’t have alcohol running through them as much as mine did
hopefully, her bones will be stronger, and when she gets pushed down they won’t all shatter
and she will only be left with bruises and scratches on her knees
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC