I cannot describe the quiet in my head when you speak to me.
****** my neck lilts to the side just a little. My ears move towards the sound: the rumble, the promise of soft vibration that I just know will settle the buzzing under my skin.
My lips part, sometimes in the faintest of smiles; as though the taste of your voice could be pressed to my mouth like a kiss. I ache with the need to feel how you form your words. I ache to feel the movement of your mouth while you whisper and mutter, giggle and moan. I do not care where, I just know I have to feel this.
Do your hands move with the same grace as your voice? Will your body grant me the same stillness as your words?
When you hold me, Darling Boy, will your arms gift me the same safety that your voice gives my mind?
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 5:31 PM UTC
Live and laugh, broken people.
Your heart is yours to play with.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
Nothing,
And I mean nothing,
Hurts more than the sting
Of misery that tingles
Across one's neck
Where the breath of your loved one Should be.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 5:40 PM UTC
The weight of a dead soul has settled above my chest, as though it was trying to crawl out of the cavity.
It gave everything it had, and yet it was not enough to release it.
And now it lies still, invisible to the naked eye but rotting when I close my eyes.
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 11:59 AM UTC
I'm not asking you to understand why I don't want you to use this word to describe me. I'm asking you to refrain from doing so because it makes me feel like I'm getting in the car to go and find her again. Its reminding me of when I found her standing waist deep in a river crying because Michael said he wanted to die. Or when I helped her break up with her boyfriend because every time she'd tried to before, he'd grabbed a razor. Or crying in France because I needed her to take care of me for once. Or when he jumped on his computer because we borrowed it. Or when her parents shouted at each other. Or when she ran away.
I give up.
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC
I am a catalyst of discomfort and yet I am asked to stay.
Please just hate me, it'd be easier for all of us.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
Loving me is inefficient.
Listening to me is inefficient.
Is there anything about me that's worth your time?
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 5:23 PM UTC