I don't want to imagine you and her
hands intertwined
walking together in the dark concrete jungle
while I'm left alone on these cold dirt roads.
I can't imagine how you could ever
love a girl like me
that looks upon your past
with such jealousy.
And you wouldn't imagine
how one look in those eyes
makes me gravitate towards you
and forget those times
when you were
with her.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
from the mind it flows
traveling through my veins
down my bones.
every part of me rages
for comfort and ignorance.
I erupt,
my emotions drain
oh I wish
I wish I cared less.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
Am I the one you think about
when the skies open
and you expect a storm to take you?
Am I the one you think about
when sheets turn angry
in the sleepless heat of the night?
This partial solidity,
this gulf of an ocean;
words recited by heavy eyes,
the palm reader's devotion.
Am I the one you think about
when elephants drown in the salt-marsh fields
and tears sting your eyes?
Am I the one you think about
when you apply your eyeliner
and mourn your reflection?
This endless question,
this echo of no movement;
lipstick on your glass will bloom,
my sickly, time-lapse delusion.
Am I the one you think about
when the tanks move in
and you go to war with yourself?
Am I the one you think about
when the skies open
to miles of dust and distance?
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
When did you first say "I love you"?
Don't worry, I won't care, I'm just
wondering...who first saw you bare?
Did you ever used to play with her hair
like you play with mine, did she
ever look at you, like I do, and just
think "He Shines" like nothing else matters.
Did your hearts patter as you physically
joined.
I won't be mad, I know you've had others, so
have I, it won't make me sad, but
I'm curious,
when did you first say "I love you"?
And did she ever brand your skin, were
you ever just a bit too rough, did you
accidentally wriggle within and make her feel
like she wasn't enough?
We've made mistakes, in the past, so
tell me quick, tell me fast, I hope we'll last,
but what made your past ones
imperfect?
and when did you first say "I love you"?
Because it's the quirks which make the mirth,
did you ever make her laugh, did you force
her lips to part when she told you to leave her.
How much did you grieve her? Do you still
do? And when you watched her leave, when
she watched you plead, did you mentally
whisper "I love you."
And when did you first mean, when did you first say,
"I love you"?
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
The becoming of life,
The becoming of our futures.
The truth in and out of sight,
We were just two creatures.
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
Sometimes I wish I had become lawyer. Sometimes a painter and sometimes a traveller too. Sometimes I wish I had a rich family. Sometime a famous one too. Sometimes I hope I have loads of money. And sometimes a lavish lifestyle too.
But sometimes...
Sometimes I open up my eyes and in my heart I know that I am happy. Just sometimes I become ungrateful of the live I have.
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC