they say
your first love hurts
but so does
your second
your third
your fourth
your last
when youre lying
on the floor
with cuts
deeper than the
first one.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
and when you realize
that i don't need to be
fixed or saved
when you realize
that you can't just
glue me up or
tape me fixed
when you realize that
all i need is love
and not mending
when you realize that some
brokenness can't be fixed
you can come back
and i will let you.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC
*in class
they asked us
if we were
afraid of the dark*
no i'm not afraid
of the dark that
fills my room
at two a.m.
i'm not afraid of the dark
that engulfs
underground caves
or the darkness
submerged deep in
the atlantic ocean
but
i'm afraid of the dark
that seeps through
every fissure
and crevice
of my splintered heart;
the blackness that
cascades through
my veins
and the gloom
that fills my lungs
(with no room
for oxygen.)
*yes, i'm afraid
of a certain kind
of darkness:
the kind that can't
be illuminated
by a flashlight*
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
i think you have
clusters of stars
in your veins
because you
are brighter
than the night sky.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
and it aggravates me that
i know
you don't owe me and
that i'm not yours,
yet when i see you
with someone else
i can't help but
feel betrayed
by someone
whose lips
will never
speak my
name.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
it's agonizing to know
that the remains of
the touch from
your delicate hands
that were
on my body
(and my soul)
will now be
placed everywhere
onto another
girl
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
your bitter words
felt like
heavy footprints
on my heart
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
i think i fell
more in love
with the person
i made up
in my head
than the person
sitting right
in front of me.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
i hate how i always
seem to forgot to
cherish every moment
when it occurs
i hate how i always
seem to forgot to
cherish every person
while i am loving them
so a year later,
when i look back
at those memories;
well, that's all these
places and people
become.
they become
memories.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
"stop missing him,"
i whisper to myself
as i try to wash
your name
out of my mouth;
bathe my body
from your touch
and cleanse my soul
from your love.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC