Saying your name makes my tongue burn
And I wish that I could float above you like
The smoke that flows out of your mouth
And I wish that saying my name made
Your lungs itch and hurt and flare up
I want to watch you sleep and breathe
I want you to miss me and the way I smell
One day we will look back on this and
Feel absolutely nothing but the ache
Will somehow never leave our tired bodies
I feel so stupid when I sit by my window
And think about the way your fingers felt
When they touched my cheek
I feel so stupid when I think about your
Stupid fingers because they felt cold then
And they still feel cold now
I hate this so much
I hate you so much
I hate myself so much
I wish I missed you
I wish you missed me please
Please please please please
Come back
Please I'm begging you to listen to me
Please
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
all i think about
is art
and your fingers on my thighs
all i think about
is your fingers
and your art on my thighs
play connect the dots with my freckles
pull my hair with your teeth
whisper into my neck with
false promises of glory and
paradise in your bedroom
i cant think of anything but
your art
and your fingers
its just pencil on paper
its just your fingers on skin
but its trapped in my brain
like a loop
im on a carousel of daydreams
pull me out and lift me up
and rest me on your chest
so i can play
connect the dots with your freckles
ill find the constellations that
nature painted on your skin
youre my starry starry night
let me pretend to be an astronomer
ill play
connect the dots
with your
freckles
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 6:28 AM UTC
its 3am and i cant stop thinking about
your stupid ******* face and the way that
your glasses hung onto your nose and
your soft smile which you told me was fake
because you really hated what was behind it
i felt you inside of me like a ******* lung
like you were the lost part of me that
i was struggling to survive without
im on your ***** waiting list
move me up and down with the
flick of your magic pen
its so insane how i can look back
at all of the stupid **** i said to you
thinking that i was so profound and
prophetic like i could fix you
let me be your keeper instead
ill be your martyr
you said i spoke like rain well
i wish i spoke like thunder so you would
cower under the sheets thinking that
my words would crash down on you
any second of any day
if youll be my rain then ill be your thunder
ill be your thunder
let me crash onto you when its dark
when its cold
let me crash onto you
let me crash into you
let me into you
its just me and you
me
and
-
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 6:20 AM UTC
i fell into you like water
you are the ocean and i make the waves that push and pull
i forget the last time someone made me feel like i was a child
as if the world was too big but i could still touch each corner
like the flowers grow in plain sight and we watch them until our eyes grow tired
i pretend that we are one in the same
like vines tangled in each other as they crawl up the side of my old house
ill send you postcards from the sky as you look up at the stars and see my face
i fell into you like water
but it never felt like drowning
you pulled me under and wrapped me up in the seaweed
told me it was okay to take a deep breath
your love is like the gills i cannot grow
and breathing under water is as easy as learning to walk
i fell into you like water
and you are the one who taught me how to swim
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 3:27 AM UTC
there comes a point when
the world around you seems to
move so fast and the people you know
become the people you knew and
the friends you've made become
ghosts of your past and
i feel like there is no chance
of stopping the world even if
its on the tips of my fingers
because in the end im still broken
and we arent talking like we used to
all I'm trying to say is that i ******* miss you
im just sad and empty but
you are so bright like the sun
that hurts my grey eyes when
it shines through the cracked window
in your lousy apartment
i wish things were different
but it's all for the best
i miss you dearly but
"this is all for the best"
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 12:13 AM UTC
"you are so pretty" he says to me but
i wish i was beautiful
"you are so pretty, like the flowers"
but i do not want to be a flower
i want to be the stars
i want to be the ocean
i want to be a sunset
i want to put him in awe of my wonder
"you are so pretty, like the rain" but
i want to be the thunder that shakes your heart and body
i want to be the lightening that cracks you in half
i don't want to make you smile
i want to make you scream
i want to be beautiful
so beautiful that you cry and wish
there was nothing else to look at
pretty girls do not make you cry
they make you sad when they leave
and they break your heart with their
soft eyes and warm touch
i am not pretty
i am so ugly
i want to be beautiful
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 3:14 AM UTC
i know im not pretty like the rest
im not fit like the best
i didnt reach my fullest-
potential
my words aren't as strong
and my torsos not as long
im not like the others
those girls who are smart
who are thin
who are both
who are in
who have
those boys who are hot
who are kind
who are both
who aren't mine
i don't laugh like they do
im not loud im not squealing
im the girl who can even reel you in
to focus on what im saying that
i love you
but im not like the rest
the girls who i know will fit you best
cos im not like those girls but i wish i was
because those are girls theyre ones you love
who squeal and are smart and thin and beautiful
who are everything you want and
deserve and need
and im not one of
those girls
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 7:00 AM UTC
i always forget that
the people that artists
sing and write about
are real
they ordered coffee next to me
they sold you your favorite book
they smiled at you in passing
they handed you a coupon on the street
they stood next to you in an elevator
they are real
i want to be the person you
write about
the person who becomes my next
favourite character
or subject in a song
i want to be special enough that
maybe one day
someone will care enough about me
to make me last forever
in their art
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC
i wish that the flowers would
grow out of my head instead
of the straw colored hair that
occupies its current space
on top of my head
you see
i am not beautiful but
the flowers
are
they would call me floral
and i would sing
and cry
i would be so happy if
the flowers grew on top
of my head
i would fertilize instead of
lathering
and
rinsing
and
repeating
i wish that
every flower that
has ever existed
would
grow on top of
my boring
head
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 6:22 AM UTC
i took a trip up the coast with
the greatest people i know
we laughed and sang
swam and hiked
i hadn't felt that happy since
the day you told me you loved me
its amazing what a swim
can do for the soul and body
it felt like a dream
the green water
alage below
pebbles between toes
it was a dream
these people i love are
like the characters in a story
vibrant and full of life
i feel like I'm on the sidelines of
the greatest story ever told
san carpoforo changed my mind
and changed the way I thought about life
and all the people i know and love
all the people who have made me
who i am today
drive up the coast with
the best people you know
i promise that you won't be the same when
you drive back down
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 5:08 AM UTC