Will you still love me on my darkest days?
Will you still show me you care?
Will you still remember the taste of my skin
And the way that I play with your hair?
Will you remember the times that we had,
And will you remember the songs,
That played on the records as you loved me then?
I haven't seen you in too long
Will you wait up for me when it is late?
And tell me you love me forever,
Will you come back to me when its done
Because I will. I love you. Forever.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 4:28 PM UTC
*you inhale as I exhale,
opposites defined by the
sharp black powerlines that
scream across the sky*
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 5:04 AM UTC
you're like a germ,
twisting my insides
into outsides, ruining
this facade of happiness
you're like a thorn,
in my side, painful and
ever present, constant
prickles and discomfort
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC
*as if you know anything there is to know about me
nothing you say can prove you know
'grow up' no SHUT UP
really should stop crying
yesterday's tears trace patterns down your cheeks
turn the other way, don't watch me cry
even that patronising tone in your voice makes me tremble
and the way you stare at me with your accusing hazel eyes
rumour has it you're so far gone but still you're just angry tears and*
silence
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC
i wonder how the air tastes
when you're free
i wonder if it tastes sweet
like honey
or heavy like this feeling in my heart
that's catching in the back of my throat
and pricking behind my eyes
tears feel imminent but at the same time
everything aches and I just
feel
hollow
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 6:42 AM UTC
smoke catching the back of your throat
me with my tea and you with your coat
a sleepy town in a valley of clouds
up here, you can hear every sound
blissful happiness
contented-ness
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 10:08 AM UTC
as an alternative to makeup
having bloodshot eyes really
brings out the twinkle
in your iris
as an alternative to whispering
sweet nothings to each other
in the darkness, scream
hatred at the sky
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 7:32 AM UTC
it's been three hours since
i even thought about trying to find sleep
in this muggy room that swirls with my own hatred
and the wind is still tapping
its gentle fingers against my window
and it's dark outside but
at this point I think I've accepted
the fact that sleep will not
be visiting me tonight.
so
here I lie exhausted and uncomfortable
hoping that if I wish hard enough
maybe my dreams won't be
so afraid of me
anymore
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
sometimes I just
need the comfort
of knowing that
you are there
knowing that you
are waiting and
listening for
me; always there
even if you
are actually
half the world
away from me
you are waiting
for me, always
ready to guide
me,
from my back pocket
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC