“Am I worth wasting
Your Friday nights with?”
I asked so nervously
As a smile crept up
Your thin lips
“Darling,”
You said
“I’ve already wasted
So many nights
With just thoughts of you.”
a. gale
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 7:56 AM UTC
Love is not colorful.
Love is black and white.
My tears are blue,
the blood I bleed is red,
my bruises purple,
my envy green.
All these feelings
are technicolor,
demanded to be seen;
felt.
Love sends your mind into a
black out.
Love is just passion fading from
white to grey.
Love is just a blank page;
the light from heaven.
Living is colorful.
Loving is death.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
i don’t want to love you
anymore
i’d rather love books
and words
and the sea
when it rages
i’d rather love
adventure and
late nights
filled with smiles
i don’t want to hide
anymore
i’d rather fly
to a far away mountain
and scream
at the top of
a blue peak
i’d rather explode
with virtue
like a light—
a star
who has met
it’s end
i don’t want to love you
anymore
i don’t want
the sun to fall
i don’t want
my coffee to go cold
or my cigarettes
to wage war
on my lungs
but there’s little to do
when the universe
twists
in it’s inevitable ways
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 2:12 AM UTC
I wish I could talk about you,
But, with you.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC
The world is like a blossoming flower
But what do we do,
We deface that which gives life
We dig up the
Roots,
Pluck all the
Beauty,
Contaminate the
Water,
She drinks for life,
And what is left, just a Broken stem
No longer beautiful
Dying,
Abused,
Neglected,
What once blossomed for so much time,
Now is dying before our eyes.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
i may have knocked
on your door with ill intentions,
but yours were much much worse
it seems we were both wolves
dressed as sheep.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
i am a broken record
irreparable
so i’ll keep spinning
until someone comes along
who knows they can’t fix me
but they love me anyway.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
i curled up next to you
and murmured sweet nothings
into your ear
so you wouldn’t hear the sound
of my fragile heart
breaking
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
you are the rain in june,
it’s funny how lovely
a nuissance can be.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
I'm not scared to fall in love
I'm terrified to try
and realize that I don't want you
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC