You broke my ******* heart.
And you did it from the comfort of your own ******* garden.
While you had a ******* cigarette.
I was curled into the corner of a ******* bathroom, so no one could hear me cry.
I don't ******* cry.
But since then I can't ******* stop.
I can't ******* deal with this.
Why the **** did you do this to me?
I ******* hate you!
Please come back...
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC
He made sure to show I belonged to him.
And of course his trade mark,
was a bruise.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 9:03 PM UTC
I hope you never reach
The day
Where you are lost for words
Because they're tangled up in
Agony.
I hope you never reach
The point
Where your innocence of
The world is
Robbed.
I hope you choose
Your friends and
Lovers wisely
So that you never have to
Discover what it feels like
To see those who you believed
Would take a bullet for you
Dance behind the
Trigger.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
"does the sky look odd to you?"
"no; I've been waiting for the day that the clouds would finally part and be able to speak to him for me, for the day that I wouldn't have to fear that a storm would ruin my chance of a kiss, because now the tables have turned. the sky can scream and rain all the words I've never been able to say to his face and I can lean over and whisper 'we're through.'"
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
I loved you
like crashing waves love the shoreline...
but then the ocean swallowed me up.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
i rip through you like a hurricane
but you cradle me like summer rain.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
I am sorry for your death,
I am, truly.
But I strive to remember you not
As the Earth consumes you nor as
You gaze upon the blossoming roots
Of flowers, which I cannot fathom.
I shall remember you as I knew you:
Far more of everything than anyone else.
I shall forever recall the oceans locked
In your eyes; the mountains climbing from
Your back; the lightning which struck out
(but never violently) from your precious heart.
I doubt I could forget the gemstones
Which you forged in your brain
And then spat from your mouth,
Like a glorious fountain from a distant fairy tale.
This is how I shall remember you forever,
And I promise not to cry. You hated when I cried,
And I hated it more for causing you pain.
You were the last of six billion lives which deserved
A single dew drop of pain.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
everyone speaks of going to heaven
"may his soul rest in peace"
acting as if they don't realize
he chose this for himself
conciously decided to take his life
he did not grow wings and fly away
his coffin is not empty
it has a body
and that body has rope marks
around the neck
his hands are cold
his eyes are shut
his organs are slowly rotting away
it is not beautiful
he is not an angel
he is the dead remains
of what once was
and all those saying
"he is in a better place"
have absolutely no proof of their statement
and neither did he,
all he knew was
that no matter what awaited him in the afterlife,
it could be no worse than the life he was living right now
it was not an accident
he did not fall,
he jumped
he chose to die
he chose to die this way
because the pain of death
& the pain of the dead
was nothing in comparison to the pain of life & the living
because it was easier
to hang himself from the hook on the ceiling
than to wake up the next morning
and look at himself in the mirror
he could not run from life
unless he was running towards death
so he chose
to win the race
first place
once and for all
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC