Look at yourself
from these mud brown eyes
Then maybe
You'd see the fire in yours
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
Your words filled the crevices inside my mind and they manifested into that mess that you address me as
You simultaneously created and destroyed me
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
I don't want to talk about school or how your last test went or any small talk for that matter
I want you to tell me about that new book you've gotten lost in or the way your father's voice shakes as he erupts in anger and blame for the third time that day
Tell me about the scar that's just above your left eyebrow and why a candle is your favorite metaphor
Show me the hidden parts of yourself and for you I might do the same
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
My favourite song comes from your heartbeat
My wishes come from the galaxies in your eyes
My sense of comfort comes from your embrace, for I am safest when your body interwines with mine
Our worlds collided by fate, they molded by luck
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
I trusted you with my life, you knew every aspect of it
I trusted you with the crossed lines on my thighs that are as open as I was to you
All I asked was my secret to be kept safe but I suppose that's another promise you couldn't keep
Give me back my secrets they are not yours to keep, maybe they could have been, had i not been decieved
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
You are in each tear that traces the familiar path down my face to the ground beneath me
Slowly the water rises
drowning me and leaving me completely emersed in your being.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
You wouldn't want rememberance of the end but it's always here clouding the back of my mind
I can hear the beeps of machines and the way your laugh has weakened
I can feel your yellowed skin that is cold at the touch
I can smell that distinctive scent that comes along with hospitals, rubbing alcohol and old people
I can see the hope that left everyone's eyes when we recieved word
It was a hell of a fight
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 11:37 PM UTC
Words with such substance deserve to be preserved
A sweet moment or a tender touch is sufficient enough
It does not always need to be said when your eyes can tell me instead
When used as a filler it fills me with nothing
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
If I could I would plant sunflower seeds
on every inch of my body
so I know that
one day
I would become
beautiful
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
I crave the feeling of being whole
To feel complete
But too often my thoughts come in waves and take parts of me away with the tide
It leaves me with the familar void that needs to so often be filled
Several shots of ***** later
A few drags later
A couple one night stands later
I am filled
I am filled until I wake from the feeling of water on my toes once again
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC