i will smile brighter than i
ever had before
to sear this pain onto you
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 4:51 AM UTC
you once lived between the spaces of my words and the gaps between each breathe i took
i was once happy with me with you
under a blanket of blue
but only love's all maroon and i guess the heart that bled red for me
no longer burns a bright white hue
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
if grief is a long dark table that calls for you to come to it alone, then forgiveness is a shipwreck that isolates you with nothing more than broken wood and half torn mast. forgiveness is a long bus ride that stops every while for passengers, but never seems to stop for you. its when you are the demon within yourself, refusing to let go of your own bleeding heart and yet aching with a desire for love and acceptance.
if grief is a long dark table that calls for you to come to it alone, forgiveness is a painfully bright surgery table that only you can operate for yourself.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 7:36 AM UTC
can you blame the wallflowers if they decide to climb over and around fences, smothering them inch by inch with their leaves because no one tended to the fences?
it is in their nature, as it is in my nature to shy away like a vampire.
but what can i do if the only thing im craving for now is the sun?
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 7:00 AM UTC
i hope you stay as
the most beautiful mistake
i have ever made.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC
words that ran empty
unable to dissipate
this one emotion
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 9:44 AM UTC
the contour of my thoughts lie
jagged and bloodied
a heart misfit, never being able to fit
the contour of my tears
round and edged,
rolling of my cheek and leaving lines of pain across
the contour of my thighs
once unknown to all
became our dark secret, my source of guilt
the contour of my skin
no longer smooth from the layers
and layers that try so hard to heal
myself from me
and myself from me, between the contour lines i hide.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 9:49 AM UTC
grey stones litter the ground of this desolate forest,
this hollow wind that blows through bare trees echo
your name
that of life i missed dearly, very much i do
and the horrors it witnessed, praying never to happen
again
that, i do not miss.
this dark, damp forest mud faintly smells of you,
faintly, fearfully the traces of tears and blood mingled
together.
of this graveyard was an experiment ground;
of chemistry and chemical warfare,
and a lover's playground, a breakup tune.
do you hear the carousel's tinkling music
from afar?
i will search for the faintly, floating sadness
for a way i can forget you.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 9:41 AM UTC