*if i ate a
flower
seed,*
they say
*would i be
as beautiful
inside
as the flower
that grew
within me?*
they ask
and so i took
a flower seed,
popped it into
my mouth and
drank water to
moisturize it
everyday.
i felt it grow
and grow,
i felt a leaf
slipping
between the
hollows of
my ribcage.
i felt it
cradle my
lungs, a
perfect
description
of a hopeless
romantic tied
to its lover.
on one
unfortunate
day, however,
the vines
got hold
of my beating
heart too tightly.
i gasped
for air as the
flower ******
the life out of
me, but it
continued
to bloom
without a care
of my soul.
and there i lay,
motionless, dead
as the flower
blossomed
out of my opened
chest, making me
beautiful
inside out.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 7:42 AM UTC
the heart that is pumping on your hand
is my heart, struggling to live
but as always, it will eventually die
the knife that you're holding in your other hand
is your knife, dipped in poison
and is ready to **** to burn, to laugh
(your face shows confusion
but i know that you are lying)
"what am i
supposed
to do
with this?"
**** it."*
"why?"
(you understand now)
and you smile, you stab me
repeatedly, crimson littering your skin
blood spurts out of my mouth
and i grimace-smile
"wow, you really did it this time."
"i must say i am a really good actor."
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC
the day we met
you seeped
inside my soul
and became
the substance
inside my veins
and arteries
(you became my blood
you are the only thing
that kept me
alive)
the day you left
you were still with me
but you became
the carbon dioxide
that flowed
inside my veins
and arteries
(you became my poison
you are the only thing
that kept me
dying)
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 11:40 AM UTC
and it's time
when the lights are shut off,
and you realize, that the show
has already ended
and then you sit down,
thinking
*how did it end so fast?
why did it end so fast?*
and after that
you start feeling scared
of the prospect of the future
that's full of the unknown danger
but please remember
darling,
the show's not ending,
the end
is only
the beginning
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 10:11 AM UTC
the exhilarating rush
i always feel
when i see your face
is no longer exhilarating
the smile
that automatically pops up
when you speak to me
is no longer automatic
(maybe now
i am finally done
with you using my love
as your own plaything)
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 9:42 AM UTC
i traveled
all the seven seas
just to find you,
just to find
my black pearl
the rushing tides
and the angry waves
would never make me
stop searching
for you
(you)
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC
first, if you're intoxicated,
don't be surprised
to see a lipstick stain
(that's still fresh red)
on your cheeks.
second, if you're intoxicated,
don't be confused
about who is the owner
of the number
embedded in your palms.
lastly, if you're drunk with love,
don't be surprised
if you are knocked down
with only one smile.
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 9:55 PM UTC