At first I was a little effexor,
though my pulse hurried to get cipralex.
My dreams were ****** and clonex,
so trazodone I could barely feel my fingertips,
yet zodorm enough to wake up in a cuckoo's nest.
Pulling me out of my psychiatric diagnosis
was never as easy as pulling me out of my morals
and clothes.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
And i could pick every petal off every flower in every country, and still would you love me not.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 9:01 AM UTC
I can't believe how amazing you are. You're the only person who's made me feel this special in a long time [delete]
are you sure you just want to be 'friends', I think I'm in love with you [delete]
can I have a goodbye kiss? I love your kisses, they taste like summer [delete]
I wish you would just say "Hi" to me in the hallways [delete]
that girl you always walk with is beautiful, I can understand why you didn't want me [delete]
when you told me I was beautiful and **** and all you would ever want, was that all a lie too? [delete]
I got a mosquito bite today and it reminded me of when we slept outside and were attacked by them [delete]
it smells like the nights we spent together [delete]
one, two, three...I've lost count of how many drinks are for you [delete]
I wish you thought about me as much as I think of you [delete]
why are your words stuck in my head [delete]
I was naive and young, I'm sorry I actually thought you loved me [delete]
it's been months since the summer nights we spent together. please tell me you miss me. [delete]
my chest hurts. my heart aches. everything about you from the way your lips tasted to how I got chills down my spine from just one touch makes me want to explode [delete]
the blood running down my wrist contains the words you said but never meant [delete]
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
I liked my bed, once -
before the sheets were chains.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
Don't ever fall in love with a poet
because they will indeed admire and watch your every move
they will write about how the pen marks on the side of your palm when you write
don't ever because they will trace
every single freckle you have on your face and
write about the color of each and every one of them and
describe how they smile so brightly under the sunlight
they will want you to want to know every little thing about them
even if it's just what hand they write with and want you
to be wondering why they write with that specific hand when in
reality it doesn't even matter
the poet will watch the way you dig
your eyes onto that book and your small quick remarks onto the 26 letters all crumpled together and will know that everyday at 5:28 p.m. you smile
they will look deeply into your eyes
to see if they can at least take a little
peak of your soul and they will write
about you like if you were the only
thing they see good in this world
they will want to know what you think
about when you look at them and
see if you also count each and
every freckle and hope and write
that you do but they will
love you endlessly and they will
show you that they love you and only you
but don't date a poet if you aren't
capable to watch them and
admire their imperfections
when they sleep late at night
beside you.
j.f
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
If you have anxiety
and you think your shaking voice is a weakness, marry somebody
who thinks it is the sweetest thing
they have ever heard. Marry somebody
who judges the quality of words
instead. Or if they get stuck in your head
like that one thing you said at a party 2 years ago
that you still regret.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC