your belly up disposition is an emblem
sacrificing itself to a lesser good
and my head in the sand is just an excuse
to not be there for you when i should.
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 11:56 AM UTC
i was an empty melody
and no one was ever kind enough
not to notice
except him
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 11:38 AM UTC
i am now just a handful of negatives
in a box on the top shelf of your heart.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 12:02 PM UTC
i wish i were something else
her name still rests on his lips
and i taste her when i kiss him
he tells me she's dead but
her ghost is in our bed
and i can't even **** it.
she sleeps between us,
eats at his heart
and he won't even touch me
because i am what she's not.
he tells me she's gone
but i know the harsh bark of her voice
better than i know my own song
i keep singing
and singing
and singing
hoping to cut through what's wrong
i keep singing
and singing
and he knows the words now
but he won't sing along.
no, he won't sing along.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 11:42 AM UTC
when everything we touch
either turns to ash
or turns to gold
we must learn
when to hold on
and when to let go
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 11:23 AM UTC