as i stand on this street corner and watch these two roads meet, i finally feel at peace
maybe it’s because it’s my feet at the intersection of two distinct paths,
merging at a point of vulnerability
maybe because it’s a reminder of you and me
and a blissful bond we once shared.
without a care in the world,
your arms wrapped around me to shelter me from the cold.
two souls kept warm by each other’s company.
two hearts dancing in the rain playfully, two minds with the same thing in mind; you want me to be yours and i want you to be mine.
i don’t know, maybe i’m crazy.
maybe time has finally outplayed me maybe i’ve stopped seeing beauty in the little things, maybe i’ve stopped appreciating the gift life brings.
maybe i’m in over my head, or
maybe i miss the familiar contours of your body between the chalk white sheets of my bed.
i don’t know,
maybe this is normal.
maybe i stopped being myself after you left, maybe this is all a test.
maybe i failed and i
couldn’t clean up the mess
maybe thats why the rain suddenly feels colder on my skin.
maybe thats why whenever i try to apologize i don’t know where to begin or
where to end all these that I’ve typed in my mind to tell you i just
can’t hit send
maybe i ****** up and i won’t admit it maybe I’m a coward.
seems like I’ve got all the time in the world, maybe i should do something about it i mean
every minute without you feels like an hour
maybe I’m a fool for distancing myself from you
maybe that why i couldn’t end with that i loved you because for some reason
i couldn’t accept that
maybe
just maybe you might of loved me too
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,
she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.
she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.
she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.
she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
you're a broken piece of glass,
and i want you to kiss me.
i want my lips to be scarred
with the way you felt against them.
i want them to bleed so they
shine red and the boy across the
hall will look at me,
because red lips will make me pretty.
right?
red lipstick and black and blue eyeliner
(because blood and bruises are
what makes me beautiful.)
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
you are a summer night
the way you keep me up
so hot the sheets stick to me
i have to open the windows,
take off all my clothes
morning comes and i still
feel you on my skin
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
I just wanted to taste you on my lips again.
And I thought just smoking one cigarette
Could get you addicted.
But darling,
I just got more addicted to you.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
She held onto the cigarette
quivering hands and ****** veins
it lit up and scorched the leaves
infiltrating in her tensed lungs.
It reminded her of him.
Breathing in the grey smoke,
she suffocated from
the air that they weren't sharing.
Hugging the cigarette,
with his shapely lips
she knew that any attempt
of kissing him
would **** her
but yet she longed to die
at his touch.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
These cigarettes remind me of you.
But I'll smoke them in hopes of killing all of the hope you left inside of me.
These cigarettes remind me of you.
They burn my skin when I least expect it.
These cigarettes remind me of you.
They are slowly killing me from the inside out.
These cigarettes remind me of you.
But I'll smoke them anyways because this is the only way that I'll taste your lips again.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
I know you are my cigarettes
Because you're so addictive
Because you **** me from inside
Because you make me feel giddy
Because when you leave all I feel is deprived
Because I need you more than ever,
Because I realize you're killing me somehow
But I completely disregard all this
Because I just need a vice right now
But you're the cancer in my lungs
And the reason I can't breathe
You're in everything that hurts
you're slowly killing me
Slowly like an anchor
You pull me to the ground
My lungs you've already blackened fill with you But metaphorically i've already drowned
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
She has a wide mouth
He wears a leather jacket
surrounded by red lipstick
that smells of mothballs and cigars
and she sings to me
and when we walk down the street
with breathy staccato laughs
he dances with me
and she takes me away.
and he takes me away.
They sing show tunes
and waltz down sidewalks
and they take me away.
They take my breath away.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC