Loving you is like eating glass if the glass were made of cotton candy but poisoned. I refuse to **** myself for you any longer. If you love me you will fight to win me back. But we both know your a liar not a fighter...
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 11:46 PM UTC
His scent lingers on my skin.
I should shower but I hesitate getting in.
I know when I'm finished I'll be washed clean but then I'll only smell like me
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC
Do you remember when we stayed up all night while you read your poems to me?
The day we watched movies, didn't get out of bed & cried our eyes out because the stories were so moving?
It mattered not that we were broke or that there was a recession, we laughed and cried made our own fun and enjoyed all of our our obsessions.
I miss that man that first came to stay with me.
I no longer know who you are and why you decided to leave.
I try not to miss you while hoping that you miss me.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
It's as if there's an echo of you in every room I enter.
The last strands of a melody draining away as the song ends.
Your shadow lingers in the corner of my eye but when I turn you're not there.
You're gone but you're not gone for me.
Please GO, stop haunting me.
Maybe once I stop hoping for your return, maybe that's when you'll finally leave.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC
I've always wished I could relive my life knowing everything that I know now. Well today I had that opportunity, sort of... I dreamt of you and I got to relive a day in our very recent past. And I thought "oh finally I can make some things right". The first time we lived that day you came up behind me and started tickling me and I squirmed away. I felt very self-conscious thinking I was overweight and didn't want you to feel my fat jiggling around. This time I let you tickle me and I started laughing so hard just with happiness of being with you and having your hands on me again. And then you started laughing really hard too, what a glorious sound that laugh is. And then you stopped tickling me and our faces were only inches apart and you looked at me for a long moment and then you softly said "that's enough" and you turned around and walked away. That's when I realized I couldn't do it. I can't relive even another day of this journey with you. Because I remembered the way you continually let me get close and almost let me in, and how you pull away and walk away every single time. I remembered how that makes me feel and how It makes me feel is small.
So regardless of how fantastic it was to see you, your beautiful hazel eyes, that amazing smile and inhale the wonderful smell of you, I forced myself to wake up and softly said "goodbye"
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 3:57 AM UTC
I'm leaving this world surely but slowly
Leaving behind everything I once thought holy
The cares of this world will be shaken off
The soul and the spirit, we will see how tough
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 5:16 PM UTC
He never kisses me hello or goodbye.
He never tells me I'm beaufield of that he loves me.
He does;
pour my wine, open my medicine, and gets me a glass of water at 4am.
He knows how I like my sandwiches cut and he learns to play my favorite songs.
Is that love?
Or is it the least he can do?
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
It has been so long since I have been loved. So long since I have been cherished, worshipped, looked at like I'm the only woman who exists.
I have been wanted, lusted after, even needed.
But loved?
A man who looks at me because he can't look away? A man who kisses me or grabs my hand because he can't stand another second of not touching me?
It has been so long since I have been loved.
I've missed it...for so long
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
I'm not heart broken. I'm not grieving. I'm not devastated. But there's this thing inside me, this little thing that reminds me that he wakes up every morning and he's happy without me. And it feels not great. I'll be ok. Not today but soon. I just need something to be good...
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 1:16 AM UTC
How do you heal a broken heart?
Two were one and now torn apart.
You watch your friend hurt and cry.
You want to say it'll get better but you don't want to lie.
When I'm the one in pain, my friends make me feel better.
Should I maker her some tea and bring her a comfy sweater?
Of all of my friends she's the best.
I need some wise words to help her heart rest.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 9:31 AM UTC