there's something about the way
the moon and the stars
shine into the ocean at night
a sea of eternity
swaying on forever
maybe that's the reason
I believe you
as i look into your twinkling eyes
as you promise me forever
lost in your touch
the fire in your fingertips
burning on through the night
bringing on another day
another day of our forever
your breath lingers
like fog
after a cold night
i feel you keeping me warm
like fire you are
in the cold night
then it wakes me
and remember that even the sea
reaches the shore
and even forever comes to an end
thank you
the ghost of my past
for yet another nightmare
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
kissing you was like swerving into oncoming traffic
i can never tell if i am more haunted by empty picture frames or the ashes of their contents
you taught me that the saying "pick your battles" meant not answering when love was at the door
sometimes when i drink whiskey i swear i can hear your voice in the creases of my bedsheets & i sleep on the floor
i still catch myself running my hands over things you touched the most, looking for the echoes of your fingertips
i practice things i'll never say to you
i remember the day you told me you didn't like poetry, how "everything's already been said" & how "nothing meaningful can be captured without being cliche" you know, i don't miss you like the sun and moon, i do not miss you like tide bent waves crashing on the shoreline, i miss you like a chernobyl swingset misses children
rumor has it that drowning is a lot like coming home, that drinking bleach can **** the butterflies in your stomach
for your love of cigarettes, i would have been an ashtray
this halloween i want to dress up as the you when you loved yourself and show up on your doorstep
i never understood what you meant when you said i was an instrument, back when you would cup your hands around my chest and breathe through the holes in my heart, i still wonder if the sounds i made remind you of wind chimes
i never paid much attention to abandoned buildings until i became one
in my dreams all the flowers smell like your perfume
i am the only person who has ever wished for the same snowflake to fall twice
if i could go back, and rewrite the definition of audacity, it would be how when we lost the bet of love, you said "we never shook on it"
i love you, if the feeling is not mutual, please pretend this was a poem
the only apology i want from you, is to have you repeat the names of children we will never have in your parents living room until they *****
we are the same person if you find yourself up at 4am dry heaving promises, or if you are kept awake by the laughter of those who've abandoned you
nobody ever told you that goodbyes taste like the back of stamps
sometimes i'm convinced that the only reason we hug, is so you can check my back for exit wounds
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
i hate storms
the calm before the rain
giving a sense that everything will be okay
then in a matter of minutes
the clear sky turned into a whirlwind
the thunder bangs
on the windows of empty houses
and the lightening strikes
blinding everything in sight
leaving people trapped
stuck in their houses
afraid to come outside
afraid to face anything that could harm them
but i haven't always hated storms
and maybe i don't hate them now
maybe i just hate you
for proving
that not everything would end up okay
for making me feel empty
like the windows on an empty house
and for blinding me with love
maybe i hate you
because of the day when harm knocked on my door
as you stormed into my house
and made me realize we would never be okay
maybe thats why i hate storms
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
when i was 4 i lost my dog
when i was 5 my favorite blanket ripped
when i was 6 my favorite toy broke
my mom told me over and over again that it would be okay
she told me there was good and bad in every situation
including this one
on my 7th birthday my mom surprised me
my favorite toy and blanket were fixed
she told me that if you care about something
fix it
now i sit in my room
i think about the difference between losing you
and you finding someone else
i search my mind looking for the answers
the same way i search down the streets
trying to catch sight of you
i feel like a lost dog
the one that wouldn't be lost if someone would have cared
that someone being you
misery towers of me
the same way you did
when you told me you'd protect me forever
and keep me safe when i was scared in the dark
then i realized
i was locked in my room
the same way i was locked in by the fears of my childhood
only this time
I'm the puppy
you left me lost
just like the puppy when i was 4
this time
you're the blanket
and you're ripped
leaving me unprotected
just like the blanket when i was 5
its my 17th birthday now
and here i am waiting
waiting for everything to be fixed
just like my 7th birthday
only this time
i was left broken
just like the broken toy when i was 6
because you didn't care enough to fix me
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC