"Have you ever read the book "He's just not that into you"?" Is how this conversation started.
Within a matter of minutes my head had been slammed into the spinning door of consistent "he's just not that into you"'s.
But I can't help but hear your voice fill my head with fog, condensation of your velvet voice trapping me again with your sweet nothings. Sweet nothings that led me to believe you were into me.
My heart breaks at those words.
What made me so awful? Is the only question I can ask myself.
Once the question is posed I'm brought to my own personal court. Trying to defend myself from my brain mapping out all the wrong things I've done, all the things wrong with me. These are the reasons nobody loves you the prosecutor yells at me.
I have no more defense left.
The only answer is to slap on the handcuffs and accept that my heart is just not worth loving.
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
I want to moan out
Your name
And feel your fingertips start fires
On my skin
I want the graze of your kisses
On my lips
You've awoke desire
Creeping slowly from my belly
I can't help but feel the blaze of lust fill
My bones
And my heavy heartbeats that now pump
Your name through my veins
I need you to put out the flames
This spark created
Because my body can only last 3 days without water
And my water is you
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
She was listening
To the chatter of the crowd
The accusations like bee stings
A pinch of pain
She was listening
To the praise in her awards
To the freedom in her laugh
The joy that mends her wounds
She was listening
To the fight inside herself
Reinforced by her surroundings
The joy has dissipated into doubt
She grew quiet
Her wounds weren’t mending
The bee stings turned into daggers
She is left for dead
She became silenced
Because no one believed a word she said
She had no breath left to fight
Their words became her
She continued on
Her thoughts consumed her, leaving her empty
Day, Night, Asleep, Awake
With no soul to care
She believed
A future she would power towards
A life she looked forward to
Maybe not today, but someday.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
After what seems like an eternity
Of a long line of "could've"s
Pieces of my life are falling perfectly
Like the leaves in fall
Or the snow in winter
Similar to the loose petals of flowers in Spring
Just as the grace of the wind carried them
It is carrying me
To have everything come together
Like the perfect symphony
Composed effortlessly
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
And
With the rage of a thousand tsunamis
I want to slap you across the face
Tear down your walls
Rip up our roots
And wash away the pain
But then I want to kiss you better
Hold your hand
Feed you and give you shelter
Now that you have none
And say I'm sorry
Over and Over and Over
Again
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
No amount of people can fill the hole you left in my heart.
No amount of anyone can cleanse you from my insides.
You’re moss; growing strong from the waves of my tears that stream endlessly.
You leave longing in my heart.
The days are spent drinking you away but, as a ship must come back to port, my heart always comes back to miss you.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC