I have never felt more alone then when I'm with you.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC
I wish we lived in a place
where the sun never went under the horizon
because you said you’d leave at dark
and I don’t think my eyes can adjust
I wish we lived atop a mountain
because when I told you to take a hike
I didn’t really mean it
I don’t want you to leave
I wish we lived in a tree house,
because when i told you that you were childish
it was more out of jealousy than disbelief
I wanted to be childish with you
I wish we lived in a castle
because you are always on your high horse,
not meaning that in anyway
other than you’re the one that lifts me up
I wish we lived anywhere other than here,
because here isn’t here anymore,
without you.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
I’m so tired, not even pills help me sleep anymore.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
we so easily pluck weeds from the garden
because the look unruly and don’t go with the tulips
but in life
we don’t segregate the suicidal, emotional, and unstable
because they are that way
from the steady breathers
we are a world of dandelions
with a rare tulip
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 2:29 AM UTC
stop telling me it’s going to be okay
as if some phrase can make me feel better.
that if i use red colored fabric to cover
the holes in my heart
that it would beat the same as yours.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC
my sexuality has nothing to do with your traditional ways
my sexuality has nothing to do with your religion
my sexuality has nothing to do with your sexuality
my sexuality has nothing to do with your morals
my sexuality has nothing to do with what you think is gross
my sexuality has nothing to do with you
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
Bruises are supernovas under your skin,
Your lover likes to experience life to the fullest.
you don’t stop them when they get angry because they’re all you’ve got.
Scratches on your face are asteroid belts,
They hit you last week because you got home late.
You don’t say anything as you cover them with makeup and move on.
Busted lips are solar flares,
they make a mess and irritate you.
You don’t move when their arms start flailing.
Broken bones are the time-space continuum,
In the hospital you don’t say anything,
they say that they won’t touch you like that anymore.
The drug addiction is a **** blackhole,
It’s ******* the life out of you,
They stay out late. They don’t look at you.
Cutting is the stellar nursery,
welcome to the end yet beginning of your new life.
Your parents know they’ve done something to you.
The expansion of the universe loses a star or two.
But the abuse just like the universe,
hard to imagine.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
I do not know the feeling of popularity,
nor the feeling of being hated by all.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
I tie my shoes a bit tighter,
in hope that,
it’ll cut off circulation to my feet.
That my limbs will become numb,
and instead of falling in love,
I’ll fall out of a 40 story window.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
Long nights,
Party lights,
Way to get it started.
Blurred sight,
Drinks taste alright,
Away the car parted.
Deer in the headlights,
Swerve to the right,
Many trees uncharted.
Prayers recite,
Skull and dashboard unite,
There his soul departed.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC