you are the person that sends me crazy
and the person that could change me
from the sadness i've encountered
to a lovely form of happiness
(lovely; like blossoms in spring)
a.t
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 3:52 PM UTC
you taste like whiskey
you smelled like cigarettes
your ways of affection gave me butterflies
and the way you made love caused shivers
i'd fall asleep within your grasp
and you'd hold my hand and play with my hair
until the sun painted a new day
but you couldn't handle much more
your love was work
and i was the job
we didn't last
and it was all my fault
(a.t)
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 8:36 AM UTC
you taste like whiskey
you smelled like cigarettes
your ways of affection gave me butterflies
and the way you made love caused shivers
i'd fall asleep within your grasp
and you'd hold my hand and play with my hair
until the sun painted a new day
but you couldn't handle much more
your love was work
and i was the job
we didn't last
and it was all my fault
(a.t)
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 8:36 AM UTC
i am not a writer
and i am not a poet
i am not interesting
nor am i enchanting
i do not breathe words
that inspire and create
their own seperate life
leaving the page
i have no charming personality
and no good appearance
to help my days grow faster
(a.t)
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 8:35 AM UTC
the dynamics of the way i love you
are quite simple but then again
i'm not simple
i love differently and
i wouldn't be ashamed
if it was a sweet kind
of different
but it isn't
and i am not
(a.t)
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 8:35 AM UTC
demolition lovers
met after midnight
when the sun was gone
and it was barely light
they drove along
in their blood stained car
in desperate need of a liquor bar
the only thing that kept them sane
was feeding off of others shame
(a.t)
{demolition lovers // my chemical romance}
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 8:34 AM UTC
the world was a scary place and sometimes i felt like i couldn't quite breathe. the invisible walls of the outside world would close and i wouldn't feel like i belonged anywhere.
but then i met you. well, not physically, which makes me giggle because it's amazing how one person, one person out of a thousand could suddenly mean the world to you.
like to me, the concept of loving somebody was hard because i know myself that i get bored of people easily and i mean that in the nicest way possible.
it scared me, the fact i mean, that i could fall in love yet get bored of the sweet personality i once swooned over.
but it doesn't feel that way with you. you've opened up a new space. a new visualisation in my mind, one that doesn't scare me to the point where my minds plays silly games.
when we talk, i get those butterflies in my stomach and when you're gone, i miss you. your voice is like a present when you've been gone for so long.
how i wish you understood how much i adore you.
(a.t)
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 8:33 AM UTC
sobriety, they say, is the best for a broken mind. and that's okay if you've been through it all. but if you haven't, how do we, the broken ones, understand that you're not lying?
i've tried to relieve the demons in my head from eating anymore happiness.
the section of my brain that once held happiness is slowly being minimised and that's why i'm not okay. do you understand?
i'll push you away. i'll act like i hate you. i'll think you hate me even though you've told me over a hundred times in one conversation that you love me.
and you'll say you understand, you'll stay that you'll be there through it all, but again, that's what everybody i've told says.
you aren't going to stick around forever with somebody that doesn't accept the love and the compliments you give them.
you'll soon see her as merely somebody you used to know. a human that cuts their own skin and tries to end their life because they can't take it anymore.
and when i'm gone, you'll say you "tried" but all you did was left.
you left me when i needed you.
when i was desperate for your embrace, you were gone.
you were with her.
(a.t)
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 8:32 AM UTC
broken hearts leave scars sometimes
i would know because my sister has scars on her wrist
she told me that her heart broke and the pieces of the torn apart *****
played songs upon her wrists
they danced with their other half whilst leaving blood red trails
and when the scars formed
that was when they died
they left a slight exhibition on her wrists
and they're fading now
just like a corpse would do
if it'd been buried under the ground for so many years
my sister isn't heart anymore
she said that she needed to go find herself
in happiness so she left and my mother told me that
she won't be returning for awhile because
she's moving in with her happiness
that so funnily happens to be in the sky
and sometimes my sister comes to visit
but she only waves and then disappears
i miss her all of the time
i miss her when the sun shines
when the rain pours
when the snow falls
and when the wind blows
(a.t)
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 8:31 AM UTC
my happiness is as faded as the red sweater that's being continuously washed
and my skin isn't how it used to be
so pure and tender and soft
and sometimes because of it all
i forget to breathe
i often wonder why people leave
but thinking back
i haven't tried to make them stay
what's the point?
i still have the old locket you bought me
from the antique store
where the mirrors stuck together on each wall
even the ceiling and i saw reflections of myself
past | present | future
you handed it me and swore to stay
was i not good enough?
i won't spend time chasing you and
begging you to stay
if you weren't going to anyway
(a.t)
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC