We weren't doing very much. I felt uncomfortable with the idea that being completely comfortable was okay. I was in your shirt because I would have had to wear my tomorrow **** that night if yours weren't given to me. I remember smelling it as soon as you have it to me, wanting to remember what you could smell like as people who run into our lives are temporal, and you were someone I wanted to keep. At one point I was afraid that what you were told could maybe change your mind on how you instinctively felt for me.
Rolling around in bed, trying to sleep, but at the same time just basking myself in a comfortability that I could get used to. "Do you have toast?" I asked at 4 in the morning just because I was already thing about what I could watch you make for me.
It's funny how the warmth of someone else's skin makes you feel so at home, but being in your own shell makes you feel so alone. I felt like I've known you for years, but in reality it's only the first time we've seen each other.
He took me with him on the way to work so that I could be dropped off and get along to what I need to do. We didn't have toast, I want worried. For once I felt like it would be okay for me to leave my toothbrush by the sink and know that there was a place for it, and I could come back.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
i love you more than words can say
i love you more each and everyday
i love you,
i love you,
i love you.
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
*what am i doing here?
why am i waiting for someone who isnt waiting for me?
the ***** was mine to call
but now it seems liek the tables have turned
& its turned hard
what am i really suppose to be doing at this time of day?
well,
i know the answer to that question
& so do you.
yet,
im still here.
waiting, wondering, and wasting time that need not be wasted.
i've just finished my second glass of coffee
& im not going strong at all.
i feel like a ******
waiting for my client to **** me,
so i can get money to feed my children of three different races.
She asked me if i wanted a light.
of course, i said no.
the dark parts of my brain is
coming to be the dark comfort of my day.
im sticky, & icky,
im not pleasant to touch or be with,
but im still here
why am i here ?*
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 4:44 AM UTC
"why? you dont even sound good"
thanks dad.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
we learn to uneducate
the educated
so they too
can learn whats its like to be in others shoes
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 10:13 AM UTC
i cant still feel your hair on my hand
the way it glides between my little fingers
short stubbles of your flaxen locks
the way it interlocks with my weary hand as it moves all around
as painful as the grass beneath my naked feet
though i sink to the earth
mellow like the ocean tides
but not a glace afterwards
evermore harsh
evermore loud
but softy as you whisper nothing into my ears
say hello to mute goodbye
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 1:21 AM UTC
a room filled with people
blasting bass
and blaring lights
smoke
whiskey
heat
we're all one in a dark room.
mellow movements with the music,
there we were.
there you were.
hands on each other
our fingers locked my body to yours,
theres no point in hiding
no point in denial
there would be a point to let go
you did and so did i.
there you were,
culminating perfection
just for tonight
snug lips,
rhythmic tongue
as it dances in me like we danced in this room.
i watched you as you walked away
still lingering for another second,
another moment to hold on to.
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 12:26 AM UTC
you approach me,
telling me all these things about a girl,
someone that broke you and bretrayed you and made you feel worthless
because you everyday were worried about her
knowing nothing of her
and wanting to be there with her,
but instead she,
stabbed you in the back and played you like a fool.
am i her?
am i this sociopathic ***** you're talking about?
am i the girl who you wish for me, and my family and my entire race to die just because somewhere in the past you were betrayed?
it hurts you know,
to know that i could be this person
but you not having it enough to tell it to my face
but have it in you enough to want me and my family to die.
smiles, smiles, smiles
with lies hidden inside.
a smile that stabs you in the back when you turn.
if thats what you say about her
then i dont know what to say to you
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 8:43 AM UTC
without a touch
without words,
a kiss without a breath
****** expressions.
whispers.
moans.
i hear you next to me;
touches on my skin,
steal my heart
and ill appeal to you with lust
without a touch
without words,
a kiss without a breath
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 11:37 AM UTC
its been a while since i last heard from you
day after day and not a single word from you
you tell me not to be paranoid
but how am i not suppose to think about those things when i hear nothing from you
to think that you no longer want me
to think that i no longer have any significance for you
i miss you so much and not a word from you i get
not to mention your voice
your sweet, soft, beautiful voice
its been weeks since my pitiful body has heard your voice
i sometimes wonder if all those long chats over the months even mean anything
you'd tell me you feel these things and tell you the same
but how did we end up here
how did i end up suffering, begging for you to say something to me
anything
i wish you understood how much it hurts
how much you not being around makes my skin crawl
and how much it makes me want to scream
plead for you to say something
i just miss you, thats all
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 10:37 AM UTC