theres empty spaces between your fingers that fit Oh So Perfectly with mine.
you are too easy to love, and easier to lose.
i would do it all over again.
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 5:17 AM UTC
what do you give someone when they already (think they) have the universe?
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC
some people are not meant for this world,
and that's okay.
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 1:55 AM UTC
This isn't a poem;
But it's hard not to miss some people,
when you see things that remind you of them,
when shows play that remind you of them,
when songs stream that remind you of them,
of their voice,
of how you used to be...
I wish things were the same.
Maybe they can be the same.
Maybe I should stop holding on to memories
(but they're all I have).
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC
One time I held you
with the grip of a lost child
and you let me go so swiftly,
I realized then that I really don't matter
as much as the next lover
(I guess I am a bit of a *********
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 4:05 AM UTC
I want to be the one that makes you happy;
I know I can never make your eyes light up like that.
I want to feel your body against mine, in some perfect rhythm that orchestras can only dream about;
I know that someone else will fit your mold better than I can.
I yearn to be the one to hold your hand on chilly days set in between autumn and winter;
I'm scared that you'll let go again.
I want to love you like I never had the chance to;
I remember I won't be able to break that threshold.
I want you to be mine;
I remember that I am always yours.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 3:50 AM UTC
i want to scream from a mountain top that i am done with everything
but i am in a wasteland and there is nothing on the horizon around me and i do not have the strength to get there
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 3:37 AM UTC
i want to start living but more than that i want to stop breathing i want to forget and move on and not be hindered by these weights but they told me anchors are supposed to be good things they told me that i will not be swept into the ocean but they never told me about the tsunamis that crush the foothold and drag you to the bottom and leave you there to die they did not tell me that i would want to be embraced by the earth that will inevitably cover my corpse when i have left my body because i am already dead and there is nothing more and i am done fighting i dont know how to swim any more i dont want to see the sky because the sun is not inviting when it burns my skin and the rain is cold but in the ocean everything is constant and i could use the silence
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 3:10 AM UTC
what do you tell yourself when you know you're inferior
i'm surrounded by gods who make art from their pain
they can write, draw, sing, pluck strings
do they know i'm special?
do they know i can carve promises into my thighs with a blade that's been more intimate with me than anyone i know?
do they know how much i ******* hurt because there's no outlet for my shame,
there's nothing to do when no one wants to love you.
what do you tell yourself when you want to give up
and there's no more comfort in wrecking yourself
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 3:03 AM UTC
I am not a Good Person
I will tear your heart out and stomp on it,
throw it to the dogs
let you watch the love drain from your own body
I am not a Good Person
I will love you and hold you in my hands
like a wounded bird
and I will fix broken wings
before I smash them to pieces once again
I am not a Good Person
and you will wind up hurt very soon
if you do not take your vessels and leave me stranded here
quaking in your absence
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC