Please Midas,
Take the golden gun
And shove the golden bullet
Right through my golden skin
And tell me a story about
"All that glitters.."
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 3:37 PM UTC
Marry me. Let's make vows and promises and kiss with everything we have, while dancing the night away.
Marry me. We can have a daughter with your eyes and my smile, who laughs more than anything else.
Marry me. We can go travelling in our mini van, stressing over every turn before pulling over to the side, trying not to argue in front of her.
Marry me. Let's eat meals together and fight about the little things and never let a single thing go.
Marry me. So we can yell and scream in front of whoever we want until even the silence hurts.
Marry me. Let's break all our vows and promises and never kiss again.
Better yet divorce me. We can pretend nothing happened and that marriage is overrated because love never lasts and I'll pretend if you will that I don't think about you every time I go to sleep alone.
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 2:42 AM UTC
To be honest
I can feel myself slipping,
Spiraling,
Falling,
Slowly but
Surely
I barely slept at all last night,
I didn’t take my B12 today,
And tomorrow doesn’t look much better
I’m slipping, spiraling, sprawling
and I don’t think anyone notices
Or would really care
I’m not a poet
Nor do I want to be
But my heart is torn,
My mind a disaster
I’ve fallen farther than Alice
And I don’t care
that no one cares
I know I’m falling,
Spiraling,
Slipping
And I’m not trying to stop
In fact
I rather like it
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
I have always been the clay
Always.
When my parents moved me from my Italian home
To Hamilton, Canada
I was the clay
I learned English
Decorated a new bedroom
Made new friends
Dressed like I was born here
I became Canadian
Without a complaint
I was the clay
When my Canadian boyfriend
Fed me Canadian food
I ate it
When he wanted me to go to the bar
With him and his friends
I went
When he wanted to watch football
Which isn’t actually football
I watched too
When he started listening to country music
I learnt all the lyrics
I was the clay
When my parents had a baby
I changed diapers
Played ball with her in the yard
Was a good babysitter
Went to the playground
Played peek-a-boo
Read children books to her in English
I was the clay
When my boyfriend wanted to take a break
I said okay
When he wanted to get back together
A month later
I said okay
When he said we should move to Edmonton
I said okay
When he asked me to make Canadian food for him
I learnt for him
When he blamed me for everything
I nodded and said sorry
When I found him in bed with another girl
I became a bird
I was not the clay
I grew feathers
Colourful and long
Then I flew
And I don’t ever plan on landing
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
I was at the supermarket
in front of aisle three
the first time you said
that you loved me.
It was through a text
because you're a ****
and it was only because
I gave you the homework.
I was getting dressed
just standing there humming
the first time you asked
me to homecoming.
It was over the phone
because you're so lazy
and it was only because
your first choice went crazy.
We were in class
hardly learning a bit
the first time that we
exchanged some spit.
It was through a drink lid
oh so nonchalantly
and it was only because
you wanted my coffee.
Only friends
is how we ended up
and I don't mind sharing
love, dates or a cup.
Somehow you still seem
to make me happy
but prom is coming up
and please don't ask me.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 12:54 AM UTC
Sometimes it hurts
Hurts because you’re not there
Hurts because you are there
Hurts that you want one thing
And another the next
That when I’m about to fall
You’re the one who’s pushing me
I hate
That you’re the one who can
Break me
That you control me
That you can’t stop
Before it’s too late
That you can’t choose
And when you do it’s never me
That I never know
Until it’s happened
That you don’t know when it’s too much
That you lose control
That when everything is falling apart
You don’t know how to pick up the pieces
That when the world gets big
You get smaller
Sometimes
Most times
I hate you
But
I hate
Even more
That when I look
In the Mirror
It’s your eyes
That stare back
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC
I would have
given it all up for you
If you would have
Let me
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
roses are red, violets are blue
sugar is sweet, and perhaps so are you
now the roses have wilted, the violets dead
the sugar bowl's empty, and my wrist are stained red,
the sun isn't shining, the skies aren't clear
there's no silver lining, cause your no longer here
rain keeps on pouring, there's no end in sight
your laying there frozen, so far from the light
your beauty's unreal, your smile the sun
but time cant be turned, nor your actions undone
the words that you wrote, which only I read
"I love you so much; please don't cry when I'm dead"
a bond that we formed, a love that ran deep
a pain that we shared, a friend I could keep
I wanted to hold you, wipe the tears from your eyes
been there the moment you said you goodbye
I want to forget but most times I don't
I want to let go but I know I wont
tears on my face, memories burned in my head
the roses have wilted, the violets are dead
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC