my life without you, your life without me
the saddest, worst kind of life that would be
Jul 17, 2024
Jul 17, 2024 at 10:31 AM UTC
radio radio radio
running running gone
playing drums, playing hits
i dont recognize a song
typing writing rhyming
my hands shake and curl
carrying notes on my phone
nothing heavier than words
wait wait wait maybe —
my voice caught in my chest
nothing beats the weight
of the words left unsaid
Jul 14, 2024
Jul 14, 2024 at 9:37 AM UTC
You
There is
Something that feels
So safe about you. I always feel
Like I can breathe. It is warm, and gentle,
Like sitting by the fire on a cold, December night,
And I never have to fear. The rest of the world out there
Is confusing, full of too much stories of anger or rainstorms or traffic.
Here, there is a kind of peace. A kind of patience,
That I know I can’t find anywhere else. You see,
You feel like a place that has infinite amounts
Of life in such a small heart of space. I never
Want to leave. So shut the windows, lock the
Doors, let the phone ring till it stops. I’ll stay
All day, we’ll let the clock run out of time.
There is no other place like this. You, There
is something that feels so safe about
You; something that feels just like home.
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 12:52 PM UTC
When my mind forgets to speak,
I end up losing what I knew
but when my heart forgets to speak
I end up losing you.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
***Because I did not fall apart
loving you.***
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 9:18 AM UTC
I'm sorry I could not love you
through all of your endless metaphors
or in all the ways you handed me words
of what your heart had in store.
I'm sorry I could not love you
when you loved me with so much magic.
I'm sorry somehow I made you realize
that fairy tales did not happen.
I'm sorry I could not love you
for your hands or for your eyes,
for the way you kept me laughing
or for the way you loved my smile.
I'm sorry I could not love you
and you decided to say goodbye.
But now here I sit and write
remembering your lullabies.
I'm sorry now for telling the truth-
but this has become a tragedy.
I'm sorry I only learned to love you
when you had stopped loving me.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC
*I've run out of stories to tell
about how you took
the best of me.*
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
You used to chew tobacco on late nights like this,
on late nights when we couldn't find the stars in the sky.
You would always say you hated the world
and then kiss me when you remembered I existed.
Then suddenly you fell in love with a new kind of light-
no longer the ones that burned in my hands
but a name like a hushed prayer
on your lips
that no longer met mine.
Nights like this became worrying
as I sat by the piano-
quietly playing your favorite song-
hoping I'd hear your
car in the driveway.
Nights like this became following the smell of alcohol
up the stairs to our bedroom-
you said over and over again about how you
were too tired to talk
and I was always too tired to argue.
Nights like this became blurry vision from wasted tears
and pressing cold meat to my eyes--
but I never stopped waiting for the constellations
to appear
hoping that the stars I once found in your eyes
would return.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
There is no denying we both feel it,
nothing more to try and understand.
Cause you’re the peter to my wendy,
Who won’t take me to neverland.
I know the feeling has to be there.
I know you must have felt it too.
Because suddenly the clouds of black,
Have overcome your sky of blue.
And I feel as though it all ends tonight.
I think it’s best you leave.
Cause you're the bottle of painkillers,
Which eventually murders me.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC