truth be told
you’re nothing special
you’re like the others
you had #8’s crooked smile,
#4’s wild hair
and #11’s laughter
you’re another boy
here mainly to erase the empty feelings
left behind by the first boy
it goes to show that no one is really special
because I’m finding a lot of him
in you, you, you, and you.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
I ignore feelings
and I push people away
I don't want you to start caring
I don't need any of this--or you--at all
Don't be so nice to me
In the end I'll leave you behind
Just leave me alone
and let me run away
because that is the only thing
I seem to be best at
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
I was up all night crying again
And it isn't the pain in my chest that bothers me
It's the fact that I'm so used to tasting my own tears
that i could recognize them in an ocean
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC
We lie a bed,
Sheltered in cloud,
Your words, soft, cut
Like fawning feathers
Serrated in a bone vise,
Our mattress was a grave,
Six feet, founded asunder,
Your pulling hair ropes me in
Two, the fabric of fleet, tightening
Fingers, laid without guile nor shame,
Without a drop of torn, tearing tenderness,
I am hollow in bleak breaking, spiking silences,
You remain cautionary, vacant in the blanketed hush
Tried, as we were doomed, in the noonday rush of sun
That slept in crawling frosts of creeping shade.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
I
still hear
voices
but now
we all get along.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC