when you left me
gin became my new lover
smooth and hot
intoxication of a new type
when i lick my lips
i no longer taste your mouth
instead my tongue burns of pine
and my body welcomes it with pleasure
the feeling of you has been replaced
with the overwhelming, untouchable feeling of a drunken stupor
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
your words were like a dagger held to my fragile neck
and
I never bled so much until that night when you told me
you didn't want me anymore.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
you were so good at taking stupid words and turning them into gold,
golden phrases that made me smile because your stupid hand took those stupid words and made them into something beautiful,
there's a gift to found in those stupid hands of yours,
a gift that you only shared with me,
you drowned me in gold.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
when I think about the story of you,
a small dimpled child growing up to be a poisoned soul,
i think about the days when your veins were not pumped with sadness and pain
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC
I love you like a
tired
broken down
college student
loves their fifth cup of coffee
at 3am
while slaving away
under the dim light of a lamp
in the
corner of a library
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
every now and then
my mind wanders,
back to the moment where I saw our souls connect in the sliver of space between your chest and mine,
where your arms and hands wrapped gently around the curves of my body,
where you kissed me softly,
like I was something you loved,
something you didn't want to break,
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
you were like a new taste
that I couldn't get enough of
all I wanted all day everyday was your
tongue
lips
sweat
touch
they said you can have too much of a good thing
but what do you call too much of a bad thing?
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
i am selfishly missing you
because I know that if you were still here
you'd be dying over
and
over
and
over again with every pinch of a needle.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC
I don't know how to move on
when the vision of you standing at the foot of my bed is still burning in my mind
your tears staining my shirt as I tell you everything is going to be alright,
I never truly believed those words and neither did you
now I lay here and am thankful that the last words that lingered between us were I love you
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
there's something to be said about love
and how it can make you feel like
you're flying
or
burning alive.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC