I used to adore you
And want to be yours
But when all I needed was a friend
You weren't there
And that was enough for me
To walk away
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 10:04 AM UTC
And I'd get out
And away from this place
These people,
These streets,
If only you weren't here with me
Walking through my own personal hell
Doing it side by side
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 10:02 AM UTC
No one would notice
If 1 of 2200 students just
Disappeared
And no one would notice
If 1 or 450 cars
Never parked in her spot again
And no one would notice
If 1 or a class of 35
Never showed her brave face again
So how could my death
POSSIBLY hurt as many people as you say
If they don't even notice the little things
...?
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 10:00 AM UTC
I'm walking a tightrope
Below me is a quick death
But on the other side is you
And you know **** well
I will do everything it takes
To get back to you
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 9:56 AM UTC
Let me in and show me around
Or kick me to the curb
For I refuse
To sit on the doorstep
Metaphorical to your life
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 9:54 AM UTC
So when we take our last breath
And my last thought is of you
So when I go to where I'm meant to be
And you go your deserving route
You will be my little bit of Heaven
In my world full of Hell.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 2:04 PM UTC
I’ve always imagined
Your house
Robbin’s egg blue
Just like your eyes
I’ve always imagined
Your mom
Cracked but beautiful
Just like your smile
I’ve always imagined
Your dad
Forward but shy
Just like your walk
I’ve always imagined
Your room
A melancholy type of old fashioned
Just like your soul
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 10:06 AM UTC
“Let love set you free” they say
But every time I fall in love
I feel trapped, caged
Like a bird with clipped wings
And by the time
My captur wants to set me free
It’s already too late
Fooled, hooked,
Conned
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC
Old apartments
Like my heart, need care
Abandoned playground
Like my hand, long for your touch
Cemetary
Like my mind, where things go to die
Highways
Like my relationships, need repaired
Trees
Like my presence, underappreciated
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 10:04 AM UTC
Yet I sit here
And wait
For what, I don’t know
Maybe I’m waiting
For you to save me
But maybe
I should be waiting
For me
To save myself
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 10:03 AM UTC