every teardrop that leaves
my face represents the parts
you took away from me
i don't know how long have i
been crying
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
She is emptiness.
She is disappointment
and cigarettes
hiding under breathe mints.
She is hollow
and resentment resounds,
reverberating,
and vibrating
her core.
She is anger
and grief.
She is mourning
and sorrow.
She is hopeless
nothing to look forward to,
not even the promise of tomorrow.
She is loneliness
and guilt
for letting perfect love
just sit there and wilt.
She is the morning after
a night of alcohol.
She is the memories
she desperately tries
to drown in another
cacophony of music
and sounds.
She is depression
that she tries to throw to the wind
as she throws another handful of pills
down her mouth.
She is hate
and it eats away
until there isn't much left
to say.
She is you.
She is me.
She is everyone
but no one.
She is.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC
your arms was a better
antidepressant than any
doctor can prescribe
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 3:42 AM UTC
The beauty of a woman
is in the poems she's wrote,
the dreams she's weaved
and all the stories she's told.
The beauty of a woman
is in the adventures she's taken,
the lives she's touched
and all the minds she's awakened.
The beauty of a woman
is in the caring she gives,
the sincerity in her laughter,
and the passion in her griefs.
It's not the expensive clothes she owns,
her body size, the diamonds she's worn.
Measure not the beauty of woman in gold,
for the beauty of a woman is reflected in her soul.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 3:38 AM UTC
Place your hand upon my chest.
It reminds me how it feels when it's mended.
Then use it to cradle your head while you rest.
The worst of it, like the day, has ended.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 3:38 AM UTC
you will always feel
like a phantom limb
the way you cut yourself
out of my life
left me feeling like
you're still there
and that everything was
okay
but its painful
it hurts to think that you're
still here, still a part
of me but in reality
you never were you
never let yourself to be
i used to think that
you were home
because with you its the
safest i can ever feel
but now i guess i
never knew what
home was in the first place
i crave the feeling of how
you complete me
of how your fingers fit
perfectly in my hands
of how happiness felt
when you're right beside me
but now
you're just a phantom limb
you'll always be a phantom limb
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC