I waited for you.
I wait for you all the time.
When you're with me I'm waiting for you,
in my sleep I wait for you,
in my dreams I wonder where you are.
I look at you, and I wonder where you are.
Patience is my only weapon.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 2:51 AM UTC
someday your old selves will come
knocking on your door
or tapping on your shoulder
with big pupils and dry lips
at first, you might not recognize them
and invite them in
and they might devour you
or they might find their old home
either way, it's all over
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 5:19 AM UTC
smalltalk says it's a nice day, though it is cold
i loathe the bright clear sky
it's blindingly honest
i've got to squint my eyes
and it reminds me of you
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC
Waiting for the feeling to return
like running inside,
pulling off frost-bitten mittens
and holding your hands close
stretch your fingers and
warmth returns.
but the frost is on the inside
this time, there is nothing
to be done.
walk like a waking dream
that never fades away
speaking of things that mean
nothing to you as the auto-pilot
kicks in.
your real self is too exhausted
to run the show
too tired to regret
sleeping life away;
dreaming reality away…
tell yourself that you will return
'someday'
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
Is it selfish of me to fear
that I won't get any more
than I've got?
Sometimes I think
that I'll die
without conviction
or principle.
Somewhere, a part of me knows
that nobody will ever really
see me.
What if I've left things behind
that I never remember again?
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 3:54 AM UTC
I try to keep
a positive mind
but hard when I know
it's only a matter of time
before it all
***** up again.
I'd like to get off this
I don't know how to stop this
Don't look at me
when I wreck into the ground
Don't make a sound
when you watch me
disappear.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 3:35 AM UTC
If you haunt me
haunt me
haunt me
only because you
want me
Please don't
dissappoint me
I can't take that
anymore
Something tells me
I'm already gone
anyway
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
I often forget moments
and people
and things
the problem is
I never forget feelings
I'm left with them
octo-tangled
untethered
to memory.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
Destroy your body
after you realize
you can't destroy your soul.
You will always be aware of your body, now.
This is a new world,
you've entered a new layer of yourself,
quite literally.
Remember to walk carefully
or you'll be bursting at the seams.
Keep that look out of your eyes
should someone be able to see through,
or worse: sympathize.
See the ones who know the feeling
must be avoided.
They are fragile, like you.
You would surely destroy them.
And, darling,
nobody wants sweep up
two broken people.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
It's the little things in life that matter.
Little things.
Like a little shard of an excruciating moment
that has the power to burrow under your skin.
A little, shallow sigh you weren't meant to hear.
A small group of bright people
laughing,
but you are not laughing.
“It's the little things!”
Little 'things'
that crawl down your throat at night
and make a heavy home in your stomach.
The little things
that will always find you.
The little things
that seem to soak through every pore.
And you will find yourself
scratching and clawing
and trying to laugh along,
Because life is all about
the little things.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC