What happens
when I'm not
worthy of this love
we share?
Does that spell
doom and
disarray for our
duo?
Or does it
only mean I've
overlooked all the
obvious things?
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 1:39 AM UTC
When I threw away my dreams.
Tossed away;
Discarded.
saved for a rainy day
When I came back home.
Found myself;
Changed.
A new start
The Divorce.
Two houses;
No home.
nothing will change
Glad I'm Almost 20.
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 3:48 AM UTC
this is important
I really miss you
-me
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC
Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Breath.Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Breath.
Pause.
What if...?
Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Breath.Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Breath.
Pause.
What would I...?
Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Breath.Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Breath.
How could I...
Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Breath.
I'd be so...
Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Breath.
How long...?
Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Faster.Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Faster.Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Fas-
Wait.
Breath.Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Breath.Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Heartbeat.Breath.
Pause.
What next?
heartbeat.
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 2:30 PM UTC
Somgtimgs, thines dont eo thg way wg want thgm to.
but it'll bg okay, bgcausg I'll still be hgrg for you.
I lovg you.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 3:00 AM UTC
FIRST NAME LAST NAME
I just wanted to say I.
I'm sorry.
***
I didn't mean for you to ever listen to these.
***
I didn't mean to let go of the edge.
I didn't think I'd actually go through with it.
But here we are, and that only means one thing.
I finished it.
***
It's hard to find these words to say,
Without sounding cheesy or stupid.
All I know is that I'm not a burden anymore.
***
Is Dec 12th. About 12:30 or so.
I could've called you instead.
I could've- I could've-
I could've done it.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 2:51 AM UTC
Burdening weight slung across
a frame
Once-full corpses
now lay empty;
and hungry.
Often they make their way,
their way to the table-
but naught is moved,
other than tired eyes.
the living worry
while the dead thrive on neglect.
pushing their way out of shallow graves
only to balance [carefully] on the edge
when they fell;
the dead;
caught in a spider-s nest
cocooned withering and safe.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 4:00 AM UTC
Sometimes;
When it’s late like this,
I’ll sit and think about where I’ve gone.
I’ll remember those nights spent in your arms,
comfortable, safe, and loved.
I miss those nights the most.
Then I’m finding myself remembering
Those nights where I woke up,
A memory beside me,
Ever silent, ever distant.
There’s only one night that haunts me.
February 14th, my kisses with death.
I wish I could take it all back.
Come home tonight, and see you.
It’s not much to say I love you in a poem,
But it’ll all I have until the dawn.
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 8:08 AM UTC
Seems to me
that everything just feels the same.
The same mindless wandering,
between friends,
between worlds.
The same feelings.
Tired and sore.
Lonesome and sad.
The same dull ache in my chest,
longing for a lovers touch.
starving for compassion.
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 4:49 AM UTC
What happens to us
when we forget why we've
become who we are?
I wish I could make up my mind about why I'm here.
Hell, why anyone is here.
Some days;
i'll find myself
wishing
waiting
and finding myself feeling the same as normal.
Just odd.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 3:55 AM UTC