Having you on my mind is driving me crazy
Not the heart broken kind but the kind that got me smokin alone lately
See when I think about what we went through
There’s a void when I remember you
I think my soul only sees souls
but I never got that close to you
I know I sweep in like a storm
And I know you’ve been broken lately
That’s why I left easy
I noticed your suffering daily
I just thought maybe I’d help make you feel alive again
I recognize that sad and hurt in you, for I have been
I just needed you to be stronger baby
To give in and not give up on maybes
Didn’t you think I’d be worth it,
Or was it,
All just the way you would word it
See I think we get what we deserve
What do you wish for when you get hurt?
Cause I’ve never actually seen you frown
Oh but darling, how many times I’ve watched you drown.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 10:46 PM UTC
//you said you thought you just needed space,
a little time to breathe;
neither of us realized you were still choking
on the memories of her,
your lungs had no room for me.//
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC
he carved calcium and dreams out of my ribs
like I once chiseled our initials out of a tree
slowly;
but steadily.
you don’t realize the damage until it’s done,
can’t see the whole picture until you back away.
(I always had trouble keeping my distance)
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC
i know you think you can't shine
because you're broken
but baby there is gold tucked in
those cracks of yours
and stars hidden in everything he made
you think you should hide.
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC
capricorn: cover your heart in acrylics like you are art and promise yourself you'll leave after this one last kiss (you won't, you never do)
aquarius: you never stopped trying to be your own worst nightmare and this is why people find their breath of fresh air in you
pisces: something about the way shouting something off of a rooftop never feels the same as whispering it in their ear
aries: you are both a quiet tuesday morning and a tornado in the middle of april and there's never been a more beautiful disaster
taurus: you are the apology strung between two streetlights and you will never give up on finding the worst person to love
gemini: you are something along the lines of a fairytale but i think your author was drunk because this isn't going how it should
cancer: you are something of a tsunami stored in shaky palms and uncertain breaths and she will still love you with 100 mph winds
leo: you are nothing less than the scream your heart begs to let out when you feel like you're losing them and i want to punch it out of you
virgo: *picking flower petals*—they love you, they love you not, they love you, they love you not, they love you, they know you want to die, they love y
libra: and ten years from now, you will still be falling in love with people the same way others skydive from planes
scorpio: you are more than the last "im sorry" between two people whose infinity was shorter than it should have been
sagittarius: death has been flirting with you from across the room all night long and there's a good chance that it's love at first sight
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 6:18 PM UTC
a hundred pictures on her walls, a million more in her head; that girls soul has a thousand words for every one she's ever said.//
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 10:22 PM UTC
the people surrounding me are afraid of the world at 3am-
not me though,
for I know the scariest demons walk around in daylight, amongst unsuspecting humans.
(the dark is filled with artists, lovers and philanthropists, you should be more afraid of those who pretend to love you in the sunlight)
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
heart.
have heart.
just not too much,
they say.
you must be gentle,
because you are woman.
but not too gentle-
fragility equals weakness.
be kind,
but so not be naive,
lest you allow people to walk
all over you.
be independent, do not rely on man
for survival-
but be careful that you not be too independent that you challenge his masculinity.
do not let anyone tell you what to do, you are equal to any man and able to make your own decisions-
but you must have children or be marked as a failure of a woman.
do not cheat, for infidelity is the most cowardice, selfish act possible,
but forgive the man who slept with another woman because it's just 'what they do', he 'couldn't help it' and you were on a weekend trip-it didn't mean anything.
cry, because it is good for you
but don't you dare let another soul hear you
or they will know you are weak.
be soft and strong and gentle and firm-
be all you can be as long as it is less than the man standing next to you.
be what you want,
do what you please-
**you deserve to be worshipped dear,
you could bring the world to its knees**
*my darling,
as long as you do not surpass the man*,
you can be a queen.
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 1:27 PM UTC
She read poetry books and stopped to smell the flowers.
Not the roses, like the expression-
She always thought they were a little strong and quite frankly smelled like dirt trying to impersonate flora-
But she literally stopped when she saw a beautiful flower, walked to it and inhaled and she gazed on its beauty.
It's innocence.
She was innocent.
So everyone had always said.
She didn't feel innocent.
Though she never had bad intentions toward any breathing thing, she always felt her mind to be a battleground and honestly, a little bit messy.
Never quite sure what the sides were, and even still more unsure of who she should want to win.
Since they were both part of her, how could she determine which part of her was unworthy of glory while the other reveled in victory?
"You're so innocent" they would say.
She would chuckle slightly and reply with "oh please, you have no idea" (the usual, ever-repetitive twenty-three year old response)
And they would scoff.
But they didn't.
They didn't have any idea.
No one ever had been able to see.
How this queen was her own villain and how her nightmares ran parallel to her dreams.//
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
*constellations on her skin
fire in her bones
she had always preferred solitude
but never knew how to be alone
she was free in ways you could only dream-
slave only to unyielding empathy;
she would rather not try than not be the best-
mediocrity had always been her worst enemy.
people would ask her how she was
'but how to diagnose her condition?'
how do you explain to someone far more less peculiar
that you've always been a walking contradiction?
with nothing but love in her spirit
accompanied by the sting of death in her heart,
all she knew was turning whispers into words
and so she made her complexities her art*//
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC