Of all the sounds and sights we've shared;
Singing, sunset,
Screaming, sunrise..
I loved most
The silent darkness
For even then
I couldn't mistake
Your brightness
For daylight.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 5:39 PM UTC
Obliterating the silence.
The sweetest violence,
Controlled insanity at it's finest
Searching for an open door..
Searching for an open door
That's let murderers in before.
Another victim for the score;
The one who keeps an open door.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 5:18 AM UTC
I watch as I always do,
you, running your brush
routinely through your hair.
"you're gonna hate me when I leave.."
Loose hairs falling to the floor..
You laugh, as you always do
I feel your smile against my lips..
"you're gonna hate me when I leave.."
she pulls loose hair from between our mouths.
I watch, as I hate to,
you sitting cross-legged, packing your suitcase.
**** another one..you're gonna hate me when I leave"
A single loose hair falls;
and disappears, like she did.
Loose hair on a pillow that was hers
and I hate that she left.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
Caress my coldhearted expectations
forget who made them that way.
To use more than I ever possess
for you, and only for you.
Darling, i've figured out
how to make use of whats broken.
If you want I can show you how..
break free from this empty house.
You're too familiar with being left behind
you're numb so you don't seem to mind.
A secret between you and I, my love
for you, and only for you:
I've seen who you really are,
you're broken but not too far.
In life all you really need
is who needs you back;
thats me.
Darling, i've figured out
how to make use of whats broken.
If you want I can show you how..
break free from this empty house.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC
Rewarded is the one
who cares the least.
New love, new world
it's the saddest thing.
Cry a thousand times
for a tear from you.
Big love, small chance,
new lovers dance.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC
When she sings her flaws
I see brush strokes.
I see delicately placed shading and lines
that create one
beautifully imperfect
masterpiece.
Not to be measured by dollar signs
or head turns of a passerby.
Never loved for a night
and forgotten by morning.
This beauty haunts me.
Embedding herself in my dreams
intruding on thoughts
that no one has seen;
not even myself.
My existence seems different,
brighter.
And even her darkest strokes
make me feel love.
When she sings her flaws
I see brush strokes.
And even her darkest strokes
see light.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC