Even if the door is open for me
I wont go inside
Unless you let me in
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 12:52 AM UTC
What is contained in those years prefacing our story?
Memory is a fickle thing-
Pieces of mine have been left in storm drains and deep closets
Give me what you can-
the frayed shoelaces from fifth grade and clip on ties from homecoming dances
We can trade these like baseball cards-
the patch of woods behind my childhood home for when you learned how to ride a bike
Could you spare the day you knew your mom would leave?
You can have the time I realized silence is tangible when you want company- it rests heavy on your chest as you sit alone at the table .
I take what we've traded and tuck it between my floorboards, in the panels of my walls, in my window frame
What was contained in those years before us is safe in my woodwork as you gift it to me
And the years to come will hold pieces of me
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
I found out recently that I am different
Hopelessly different from people I meet
All my life I've been a misfit
Unable to properly please
Pleasing to some, my knowledge is infinite
Uneasy to some my gaze to meet
How hopelessly lonely this life is, isn't it?
An INTJ female overcoming constant defeats
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 12:15 AM UTC
Tell me how things are so different
How convenient over text
But face to face I see the tension
The truth of us, and our near death
Tell me how hard you are trying
Can't you show me your true depth
Apathy is the curse of caring
It will never justify your inept
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 12:55 AM UTC
The world, I have always wondered.
Wanting, wishing and waiting to see
The things that lie right under.
Through countries, cities and people I'd meet
my drive at last was conquered.
I hope my dreams come back to me.
That the world regains its wonder.
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
My cat is black with bright green eyes
How I wish I knew her cries
That comes once every night
When I'm in the kitchen
She is such a great pain
When I try and clean
My broom, it did not come
With an attachable chum
Who thinks it's mighty great
To attack my chores and feet
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
I wish for laughing
I wish for laughing that the world can not stop
The kind that sounds against the teacher telling you to leave
I wish for light that fills a class room
Of children just hoping for a better future
Who have not yet found the bounds of their dreams
I hope for a new beginning
The type that comes only in new discoveries
I want a ending with new beginnings
Beginnings that start with new dreams
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
at 16:30 today i arrived at your house
excited to begin our day
together
you are not prefect
you are not neat
but you fit perfectly in the mess of my life
at 19:43 you arrived at your house
excited to begin your life
without me
i am not perfect
i am not neat
i am not yours
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
It’s been a week today
And I refuse to wash my pillowcases
I cling to your smell fading away
The only thing real left of our lost embraces
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
Have fun with me
And love me
Roll around with me
*But don’t hurt me
My heart burns again
You said I wouldn’t hurt again*
Adore me
And don’t ignore me
Be a kid with me
*But don’t hurt me
My heart burns again
You said I wouldn’t hurt again*
Burn me
And let me yearn again
For a heart that knows me
*But don’t hurt me
My heart burns again
You said I wouldn’t hurt again*
Care for me
And if you don’t truly care for me
Let go of me
*But don’t hurt me
My heart burns again
You said I wouldn’t hurt again*
Leave me
And when you leave me
You **** apart of me
*You knew you would hurt me
My heart burns again
I don’t want to hurt again*
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC