You are a tornado.
You spin anyone too close to you, leaving them in a dizzy fit.
You break them before they break you.
No wonder I thought I loved you.
A tornado like me.
Promising trouble at every turn.
You whispered, "I love you".
Presenting it with secrecy.
Holding me hostage with twisted logic.
I am a tornado, I admit it.
And two tornados only bring more chaos.
I'm self-destructive but, you're too much for me.
Your lips were drowned in chloroform.
And I kissed you for the burn.
The same way I smoke cigarettes to pollute my lungs.
We drag each other to hell.
Shoot each other's hearts.
Naming it love, so we don't have to call it "just ***
You were always too much for me.
Too much chaos.
In return, I was presented with such little love.
We wrapped up each other's hearts.
Hid them in the shelves.
And danced away our summer days in my sheets.
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
I find it easier to try and convince everyone.
Even myself that I no longer love you.
Baby, all of it is so much easier.
It's easier than admitting the truth.
All my love for you.
Has nowhere to go anymore.
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC
No books in my shelves.
No songs in my head.
No hearts in my heart.
There are not enough drugs for the pressure to ease.
The struggle to feel baby, nothing can release me.
Highs always come crashing down.
Every bridge burns to the ground.
A chest with no toys.
A board with no pieces.
You tore me to pieces.
Stealing all my peace.
Hurricane winds and messy minds.
My thighs around your waist, nothing can ease me.
Night loving never seems to ease me.
I am a ghost of who I'm not.
Just a person filling this slot.
Emotionless robot bracing for a fall.
All just leading to no healing.
Wrapped around your heart.
I am just another knot you cut off.
Dropping to the floor.
The fire burned me.
There is no fight left in me.
Nothing I can do to make it right.
Take my armor and, put my sword right through me.
Leave me to die, there's nothing good left in me.
I'm sorry but, I'm leaving me.
Put a peace sign up.
Nothing can come from me.
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC
Sweet words are nothing.
Words so empty, and fruitless.
No "sweetheart" will fix it.
How can your words still hurt me?
After all, you deserted me.
Time and, time again.
Do you feel like a man?
With my clothes tossed in trash bags.
When you're tossing me out, like the garbage you never throw out.
Do you feel like the man?
When you scream my worthless life lies in your hands.
Wrecking every defense I have put up.
How dare you wonder why I'm so messed up?
Jumping at every shout.
The shivers when I greet authority.
The name calling never gets old.
The words ring in my head like a catchy song.
The shouts echo in my brain.
You wanted to break me.
Wounding me so emotionally.
Scarring me like a ghost haunting me.
Don't try and play daddy.
Now that I have disappointed you.
You're too late.
Remember when you told me?
How you hoped I ended up in a wooden crate.
That's the night you really left me.
Do you feel like the man now?
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 2:51 PM UTC
My heart is addicted.
A love it can not grasp.
Withdrawal is an infernal hell.
Nostalgic for the heaven in your arms.
Angelic chocolate eyes drowning me in an ocean of love.
Strawberry lips entrapping me in crystal skies.
Breathing abandonment in like oxygen.
Left on the shelf with books you never read.
Bleeding wounds and running on empty.
Loving you was breathtaking.
Now I am left breathless.
Addicted to wanting more.
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
Emotionally exhausted.
My thoughts have officially lost it.
I found my goals and mapped it.
Discovered my pain and masked it.
Lost my soul, and I'm stuck here.
Trapped without it.
I'm running all these miles on manipulation.
Not a moment of hesitation.
Riled up lionhearts.
Dashing into every darts.
It's my gun and, I keep jumping into all of this.
This is a mess, a puzzle that nobody can solve.
My heart is addicted to this pain.
There is no way to stop it.
Running all these signs.
Racing all these lights.
No doubt about it, it's definite now.
Full-forced through the windshield.
I don't like the cards I was dealt.
Waiting it out, playing every card.
Desperate for a win.
Seal up the doors, don't let the devil in.
He's coming to collect me for my sins.
I have collected one too many sins.
My shots are just hitting the rims.
And I keep shooting.
I'm still losing, and I choose to keep on.
I'm far beyond exhausted.
All of it's costing me too much.
Losing it all in the hopes of getting everything I have ever wanted.
Daunted by my demons.
And I'm haunted by feelings.
I keep trying to find my meaning, so desperate for any type of reason.
To keep on despite all these dealings.
Concealing all of this. Shielding all of this.
Just by breathing.
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
Ripped off my training wheels.
Punctured my wheels.
Tore off the handles.
Hide and seek games.
Lost among the trees.
Never bothering to seek me.
Flying with my fairy wings.
Running with the magic stored in me.
Caught me and clipped me to the wall.
Witnessed me stack my lego blocks.
Kicked it down.
Crushing my castle.
Dancing with the sun.
Watched me sway off beat.
Burned my tutu to ashes.
The wind smiling with my superhero cape.
Locking you away.
But bad guys always break free.
Tag, you're it.
Chasing me away.
Falling every time I try to escape.
Drawing you Father's day cards.
Watched as you crumpled them up.
Tossing me away.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
Baby walking on the broken glass.
Blood on his knees and the blood on his feet.
Mommy curled up in the corner hoping it wouldn’t last.
Trapped in the bottles he tossed to the corner.
Hoping habits will break.
Replacing one love with another.
Bottles never asked question.
He picked them up and he tossed them.
Hitting the floor and breaking at the corner.
Nothing mattered anymore when he picked up the bottle.
Drowning in the sorrows because he trapped himself onto this carousel.
Handcuffed and chained as he bowed down to the bottle.
Broken father striking out his son like baseball.
Too many strikes and the little boy was gone.
Little boy broken into a broken man.
Picked up a bat and he swung and he swung.
Breaking the carousel.
Liquor in the air and he’s sick to his stomach.
Cigarette holes burned into his sides.
Tattoos covering the glass that invaded his skin.
Breaking the carousel so it won’t ever happen again.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC
Daddy never called her princess.
Never did he pick her up to place upon his shoulder.
Once in a blue moon.
He picked up a check.
He did not like cake.
Or blowing out candles.
That he made clear.
Little girl longed for loving arms.
She found them in lover after lover.
She needed to be loved.
She always loved too much or too little.
Lovers lips made her feel less alone.
She ****** strangers so the bed wouldn’t lay cold.
So maybe one day someone can finally stay.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 5:11 PM UTC
The feelings I got.
They want to arise.
I tell them sorry, no blue skies.
These wounds they'll bleed.
I'm no nurse.
But it's nothing I can't handle.
Those lips of yours.
Oh, they tell the prettiest lies.
Things too pretty to come from you.
Nothing but pretty lies.
False love.
And guilty hope.
Tell me secrets.
The dark ones.
The ones too ugly to see the light.
Secrets safe with me.
I'm just a vault in the ocean.
That won't be set free.
May faith be resilient.
The doors have been bolted shut.
I'm trapped.
The only way out is up.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 10:49 PM UTC