one year from now…
the thought of your hands grazing over my skin,
or the sound of your laughter after i tell a bad joke,
the way your eyes become so much smaller when you smile,
or the reminiscences of your cologne in my car,
the taste of your tounge as it brushes over mine,
it won’t make me ache,
because one year from now,
i won’t know the you that i so desperately want to have now.
Aug 14, 2022
Aug 14, 2022 at 11:49 PM UTC
the newspaper and i have something in common
overtime, we are forgotten about
overtime, we begin to decay
overtime, the sun beats down on us
overtime, we are torn apart piece by piece
overtime, there will be nothing left.
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC
everyone’s finally going to sleep
but were waking up
watching the sky change colors
feeling the air become warmer
hearing the birds chatting
how could you sleep?
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 5:29 AM UTC
whisper in my neck
wrap your arms around me
tell me you love me
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 7:45 PM UTC
can we
sit on the
concrete
pathway
next to
the garden,
with our
warm
coffee
cups?
i want
to take
photographs
of you
in this
green shirt,
in this
morning
light.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 7:35 PM UTC
if i take this pill
will my life be over?
because it seems like it already is.
if i take this pill
will all of my problems
wash away?
will they fall down the drain as fast as i fell for you?
if i take this pill
will your face disappear?
because every time i shut my eyes
you haunt me.
if i take this pill can you promise me i won’t ever be alone again?
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 7:22 PM UTC
i hate
how effortlessly
words come out of your mouth.
and i hate
how the sound of your voice
could soothe a stadium of 30,000 people.
i hate
that your laugh
sends chills down my spine.
and i hate
that your touch
is only a few streets away,
but forbidden by the government.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 9:36 PM UTC
i’m hungry
but the numbers on the scale from this morning tell me otherwise
and i’m hungry
but the way my stomach doesn’t lay flat
against my body says diversely
i’m hungry
but i want to feel the bones sticking out of me
i want to feel how sick i am
now i’ve given in
it holds control over everything i do
the way i drag my feet
the things that slowly come out of my mouth
the thoughts that encourage the purple tone in my skin
and the bags under my eyes
i’m hungry
but the hunger to starve, is much stronger
and the hunger to binge, is heavier than the rest
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 5:05 PM UTC
Wrapped in a blanket of cold,
a reaction that happened overnight,
and one that would disappear soon enough.
Once the sun warms the earth,
and the cars start running,
the birds start to chirp,
and the city wakes up again,
the blanket will disappear.
But once the sun sets again,
the animals scurry back into the forest,
the city goes dim,
and the silence takes control,
all of the plants will be wrapped in a blanket of cold.
Once again
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 5:22 PM UTC
The Pills
I take for my Head
I take for my thoughts
I take for my feelings
begin to look
Delicious,
Tempting,
Inviting.
Unlike the people
they accept me,
they want me,
they need me.
They haze my mind
making me uncontrollable
but oddly comfortable.
I’ve never been so high
not high enough to see the stars
or high enough to quit.
But i want to...
Not Quit.
I want to see the stars.
I want the world around me to go dim
stay there even.
And I want things to stop.
I want to be alone.
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 9:25 PM UTC