This guy has been in my head.
It’s a lot more fun and addicting,
but I don't think it's time for me.
I don't think it's time for a few years.
I don't think it's a great way of saying it,
he had a way of saying this:
have a great life,
and death.
He’s in my head,
and I don't think it's a great way of life,
or the rest of the year.
I don't think it's time for me.
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 7:32 PM UTC
the hell of rejection
is supposedly better than
the purgatory of uncertainty.
if this is what hell is,
i better start believing in god.
i’ll beg for redemption,
i’ll pray for forgiveness,
for a chance to float in purgatory,
but i’ll dream of ending up in heaven.
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC
if life was a game of chess
i would make you play the white pieces
because i am terrified to move first.
if your bed was an ocean
i would drown in my emotions while lying there
because i never learned how to swim.
if life was a playground
i would leave blood and skin on the pavement
because i fell for you.
if your bed was a graveyard
i would have my epitaph engraved on your headboard.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 7:29 PM UTC
I really love cigarettes
And I really love you
I used to think I didn't have
An addictive personality
I'd quit smoking
If you asked me to
But I could never quit
Being addicted to you.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
I have been told plenty of times
by plenty of guys
that they love how submissive I am, but
that it could get me into real trouble one day.
Oh, little do they know
that it has gotten me in trouble long, long ago
my submissive nature made me afraid to say no
before I had given the situation any kind of second thought
I had told him that anything goes.
That "anything goes" left me aware of my worth;
maybe not to others,
because it was myself that was hurt.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 9:25 AM UTC
he leans in to tell her
"pretty ladies should never light their own cigarettes"
and they say chivalry is dead
sharing 'shrooms, spinning rooms
my love for you
keeps me higher than cloud nine
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 8:49 AM UTC
there wasn't enough syrup in my coffee
there was enough sweetness in you
to last me through bitter sips
and quiet laughs
a bond only to be made stronger by flesh
the sun gone, and we were alone
nothing left but the sound of a name
once hated in my ear
your voice made it sound like pure gold
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC