I'm better off alone.
All alone, all alone, all alone.
All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone, all alone.
All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone.
All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone.
All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone.
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 12:10 AM UTC
sometimes I wonder
what you look back on
when you think of me
(if you think of me.)
do you remember all my faults?
do you remember yours?
do you count them like sheep
when you try to sleep
at night?
do you remember
every unread text message
every mean word
every "i'm too busy"
every little thing that broke us?
do you regret them?
do you regret me?
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
I want you
and a home to come home to
or maybe to come home to you
or maybe a home in you
or maybe I just want you.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 11:24 PM UTC
If you continue to pedal like that,
you will fall off the bicycle.
Your knees will bruise
And your legs will bleed
And your bones will fracture like they did before.
Take it slow, my love.
You are in no hurry.
You are only trying to get back home.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 7:00 PM UTC
The wolf was a wolf in more ways than one,
For he targeted girls who were pretty and young.
He liked them quiet, he liked them good -
He liked them wearing red riding hoods.
The wolf was feeling hungry that day,
And it looked like a meal was heading his way.
The wolf was a wolf who played with his food.
The wolf was a wolf who was up to no good.
He asked the young girl if she wanted to stay,
He asked the young girl if she wanted to play.
Red didn't want to, she was off to school -
But Red had no choice but to play by his rules.
After the games, the wolf collected his prize,
And Red felt so bad that she cried.
And after that, Red no longer felt young -
For the wolf was a wolf in more ways than one.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 6:49 AM UTC
How do you explain to
your parents that
the reason your grades
are so low is because
there is a hole
in your heart
a sinking feeling
a kettlebell of 50 pounds
an anchor dragging
you down
a monster in your brain
that makes you
forget things
but not one thing
not one thing
that one thing stays.
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 6:18 AM UTC
My relationship with life was as unhealthy as mine with death
I took them like pills, small doses each time
Never at once, I've always been told not to mix alcohol with antidepressants
Me and life lived like Romeo and Juliet
We only met in secret
Quiet smiles at stupid stuff, subtle and unsound
Death always took me away though
It carved my skin and tied me in red
Little red ribbons
Carved deep into my thighs, the wrist was too predictable
Again i'd try to be taken, my dearest start crossed lover
They'd bubble smiles across my lips
I wonder when they started to feel fake
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 12:11 AM UTC
He must notice something.
The way my eyes light up whenever I see him,
The way I drop everything and see him whenever he needs me.
How fast I can reply to his texts,
The way I always say yes to him to whatever he asks.
The way I suddenly get quiet whenever he asks me about crushes,
The way I look at him for a bit too long.
He must notice something.
He's probably noticed everything.
But he doesn't respond.
Which is why I'll never tell him.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 4:50 AM UTC
I hope I never miss you.
I can’t.
It would be far too painful.
I can no longer pretend the two of us will stay friends.
Because I know exactly what will happen:
One day, we’ll have no reason to talk to each other anymore.
Neither of us will make an effort to, even if we both want to (maybe, I can never tell if someone wants to talk to me.)
We’ll say our hellos when we cross paths while walking.
But even that will end soon.
Pretty soon you’ll forget me (but I know I’ll never forget you.)
I hope I never miss you.
I can’t.
Even if I want to.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC
I just want to belong.
Somewhere. With someone. Sometime. (Maybe now?)
I am tired of seeing best friends laughing
or lovers holding hands
or groups of friends taking selfies
because I want them myself so so so so bad.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC