In a man's world,
you are to be strong.
In control.
As a man,
that is your job.
You do not cry.
You keep your emotions hid,
and you do not write them down.
You are dominate,
always.
"Man of the house"
"The man in her life"
"Big man on campus"
You wear the pants in the family,
you call the shots.
You play football,
never dance.
Bass, not piano.
In charge you stand.
You get called when there is an intruder,
but you always,
always,
bring a bat.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
It is hard
to catch a glass
that is already
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t
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g.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 2:47 AM UTC
Call number one
I was going to tell you
How much of a ***** you were
For making me feel like this
But I hung up
Call number two
I was going to tell you
That everything was your fault
And you were the reason
We would never work out
But I hung up
Call number three
I was going to remind you
Of all the things you said
To me the last time I saw you
But I hung up
Call number four
I was going to scream
Scream until my lungs exploded
And the world went black
But I hung up
Call number five
I contemplated driving
To your house
In the pouring rain
And tell you everything in person
But I hung up
Call number six
I remembered how your smile
Used to make life
A little more bearable
But I hung up
Call number seven
I remembered how your eyes
Light up the sky
Because the stars were jealous
But I hung up
Call number eight
I gave up all hope
Of trying to make myself
Not want you
But I hung up
Call number nine
I decided that I would say
Everything I could
To get you back
But I hung up
Call number ten
I started to cry
My hands were violently shaking
As I tried to hold the phone
But I hung up
And then came call number eleven
I heard your favorite song
And I looked down
Call number eleven
You told me
That you were sorry
And then you hung up
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
It’s as if you’re drowning
In a cold blue lake,
Your bottom lips shiver
Your brittle bones shake.
You want to come up for air
But my dear you can’t seem to move,
Paralyzed in this frozen lake
What have you got to prove?
Your eyes remain open
Just enough so you can see,
A man’s face at the surface
Leaning over on his knee.
You recognize the face
For it’s the one that you love,
It’s almost twisted the way
That he’s watching from above.
You want to reach out to him
To feel the very warmth of his touch
But my dear you are drowning
And his love is just too much.
Oh darling I know what you need
For him to teach you how to swim,
But he will only be the reason
That you drown, your every limb.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
i always feel helpless
even when i'm around you
because stars that seem to be
just right beside one another
are actually separated
by a great,
great
d i s t a n c e
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC
I remember when you walked to my house in the pouring rain,
when we embraced in the middle of the road I felt no more pain.
I looked up at you and our lips collided,
but I knew the love was only one sided.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 5:15 AM UTC
In your house a broken face is the same as a broken plate,
it happens all the time.
In your house a cry for help is the same as a telemarketer call,
unanswered.
In your house you have learned to blame your bruises on falling,
in your house you have been told to lie about what goes on inside.
In your house is where you went insane,
in your house is where you left the bullet in his brain.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 5:13 AM UTC