I need you.
To break my heart.
To leave me torn to shreds.
To expose my nerves to the harshness.
I can not bear to do it.
My brain holds on to the thoughts.
And texts,
And memories.
I've held on so long now,
I barely feel my fingers.
Please!
I need you.
To break my heart.
Or save me.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
I'm seared,
The red of passion drains
To dark, dusty black
The lingering oxygen teasingly close.
I'm tired,
Hacking coughs
And over worked from nothing.
You rubbed your eyes at the burning glare
Of energy untamed.
And now you leave
When only my coals remain.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC
Nothing else can compare to
The feeling of someone loving you
An interesting mix of
Pressure to be worth it
And
Relief that you aren't so bad after all.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC
The toxic smoke of your words
Fills my lungs
My stifled response leaves
A foul taste on my tongue
The heat of you seared my flesh
And now I'm charred
Brushed aside like ashes
I hope my dust
Fills your lungs
That every forced word burns
Your parched throat
Because only my tears can
Soothe the ache
And you can't have them
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
The problem is
That we wish
To possess
and not appreciate.
and in the end,
All will be destroyed
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
In a world
Where everyone wants
To live forever.
I kinda want to die young.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
I don't know where I'm going
And I'm starting to realize that's okay.
I'm coming to terms with the fact,
That life is a long, winding, unpaved highway.
And no matter what.
I can't let go of the wheel.
I'm coming to terms with the fact,
That I don't need to know.
I just have to keep going.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 4:11 AM UTC
We made eye contact.
And it was a gentle brush.
As if we were merely acquaintances.
As if my feelings had gone unsaid.
And I know the awkwardness is just me.
Because to feel awkward,
You would have had to care.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 9:57 PM UTC
I noticed his hands today.
Nimble and full of promise.
Wicked and appealing.
I sat nearby.
Flustered and unfocused.
Each movement teasing me.
And he sat,
Unaware of the emotions he provoked.
The thought of his hands.
What they could be capable of,
Swirls through my mind even now.
And I tremble at the thought,
Of possibly finding out.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
I've never thrown a temper tantrum.
The thought itself it not unappealing.
However, I've never lost control before.
The idea of surrendering to an emotion
is unfathomable.
Because the question is:
If I relinquish control,
Will I be lost forever
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 2:52 AM UTC