Drunk,
you called for me to catch up
Drunk,
you bowed and kissed my hand
and asked me to curtesy
Drunk,
you offered up your arm to me
and laughed when you somehow managed
to mess that up
Drunk,
you kissed me on the corner
with the lights of the cars around us
Drunk,
you held my hand as we walked
and did not flinch as others passed us
Drunk,
you wrapped your arm around my waist
in front of your friends
and held me tighter
than you ever have
In the morning,
I find out that you were sober
and my heart skips a beat
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
Not all bridges are made of wood,
you tell me,
when I ask you why you have not yet
set fire to the pathway
that connects us
Some of the ugliest structures
are the ones that last the longest-
the ones where you can see the insides
and there is no masking
the wear and tear
of years of rain and wind and snow
Eventually,
those structures become landmarks,
pieces of importance
I realize that our structure
is by far, the ugliest,
and I hate it every time I see it
but I will not remove it
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
when you smile
when you laugh
volcanic eruptions of joy and happiness flow over me like molten lava.
eventually the joy cools and hardens to my body.
I find myself trapped
trapped in your happiness.
It seems odd
the comparison
of
happiness
and
trapped.
layer after layer flows over me
completely suffocating me
unable to move
caught
in the clutches of the great antithesis of happiness and suffocation
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
11:08
I’ve never been so frustrated in my life. all I want is you and I can’t have you. you are the only person I truly care about and I need you.
who needs who?
my mother asks
if it's mutual
that’s how you know it’s real
11:09
crying now
I imagine as i lay on my bed
that the pillow is you
as I trace the lines of your absent body an overwhelming feeling of
emptiness
occurs
the feeling
you get when something you lost is right in front of your face but you can’t seem to find it
consumes me
11:10
I want you
I need you
I miss you
I (insert verb here) you
I love you
11:11
I wished for you
I wish for you
I’m wishing for you
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
he's mine.
he always will be
no matter what
even if we're both married to different people
and do different things in our lives
he'll always be mine.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
he got better
he went from one extreme to the other
he went from
caring to much about what everyone thought about him
to
literally giving no ***** about anything.
when his depression was really bad he used it as his
shield
his excuse for everything
he developed, in a sense, an invincibility.
so that whenever something was wrong he could blame the
depression.
now he's created a new sense of invincibility
because he honestly believes
he can do whatever he wants
and it won't effect people because he just doesn't care and is oblivious to consequences
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
a gas pedal pressed all
the way to the floor
passing all of the lights & not feeling
your heartbeat in the flicker
a quick approaching bend
(& i'm so sorry but)
how i wouldn't slowdown
the split second where time freezes
& my life flashes before my eyes
seeing a worn out repeat of
you walking away
my name rolling off your tongue
one last time
so i can hear it fade out
pinpointing the moment
i completely lost myself
chasing you but
running in place
while time speeds back up
praying in the debris
that there's a parallel universe
where you stayed
these permanent footprints
facing away from me
that show up in the pavement
wherever i go now
every single night
you were in love with me
& the accompanying bottle
the haunting resemblance of
your promises to me
in poems about him
how i've got nothing else to bet on
because you were my all in
this fire you've started
in a forest that was never yours
how much time we would have had
if we measured it in the moments
i loved you the hardest
my apology for
missing you this much
even though you're still here
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
Eating is hard.
Not eating is hard.
It’s hard to be hungry,
and it’s even harder to be full.
It’s hard to say yes to food,
and to say no.
It’s hard to eat foods you know you shouldn't,
and not eat foods you know you should.
It’s hard to stare down a full plate and think,
“How am I supposed to do this?”
and it’s hard to stare down an empty one thinking,
“What have I done?”
Food is hard to deal with,
once you make it a situation
rather than a necessity.
Breakfast is hard,
lunch is harder,
and dinner is the hardest.
But maybe looking in the mirror is the hardest of all.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
Why is it that when a girl calls herself beautiful, pretty, hot, or attractive, it gets looked upon as being self-conceited?
Why is it such a bad thing for girls to love themselves and recognize their own beauty?
Why do we always apologize for things that aren’t are fault?
Why do we use mirrors to point out every single flaw instead of using them to recognize every inch of beauty that is in you?
Why do we spend all our time wishing that we were someone else?
Why do we hurt ourselves in order to be successful in the eyes of society? Why is it so hard for us to accept ourselves and know ourselves?
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
sometimes I wish I was blind because then I could never see what other people thought of me and all I would hear is the lies they feed my through their mouths. I wish I was blind so that I wouldn’t have go see their hesitant faces show unspoken word about how they really feel. I wish I was bind because I would see the real beauty in people: the invisible kind. I wish I was blind so that I would take more time to listen. I wish I was blind so that I could feel rather and see if I look good. I wish I was blind so that I wouldn’t have to compare myself to everyone else. I wish I was blind because I could match the darkness inside my head with my sight.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC