I got your message, Though it was never sent.
I heard it loud and clear.
Your silence cut through me, Sleep Evaded me and I could not tell you.
Tell you the roses that drape across the bed still have thorns.
that possessive wears the mask of a protector.
Teaching yourself to hold onto your protest so that he will still want you.
Confusing Love and Abuse, volunteering for the draft of his war.
Begging to become a causality of the love he claims to feel.
I've seen this, I've written these words once before.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
I found love in watching clouds move across the sky.
And fear in the smell of Wintergreen Grizzly Tobacco.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC
"To apologize is to admit failure"
My father told me as he left the front door open on his way out.
I never learned make the first move
"Let them come to you"
So you must see my hesitation when it comes to apologizing
Isn't out of ill intent.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
Run far away alice
You're dying in wonderland
The hatter isnt coming.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC
There is a man who lives above me
They call him "Depression"
He is said to lurk in the darkest corners of your mind
feeding off your inhibition and self confidence
You find him in familiar eyes and unwelcoming smiles
Words that cut like blades into skin
He lives for misery.
There is a woman who lives below me
They call her "Anxiety'
She finds you in sweat and short breaths
climbing into your body like putting on a sweater
she pulls every muscle and fiber of your being stiff
She lives for your shaking hands and wet palms.
She lives for fear.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
The woman with the suitcase walks past bowlegged, She bounces as her violet scarf shuffles around the base of her neck
A mother, I know, Just by the way she holds her coffee with such elegance making sure not a single drop falls onto her non-manicured fingers worn from washing crayon off walls. She walks forward with no worries of whats behind her, a mask to the world but its all too real for her.
We call her Monday.
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC
I want to tell you, How I've lost all respect for you.
How your presence no longer draws my attention you fade into background noise.
I want to tell you that I regret giving you so much of my life, Because you never deserved to know me the way that you did.
I want to tell you how pathetic you are, How your actions will always speak louder than your words.
I'm afraid to let you back in.
I want to drown you in your own self pity, But I know you'd push me under once you realized that dying wouldn't benefit you in anyway.
You've turned into everything you swore you'd never be.
I want to tell you how cold you are, How the bags under your eyes don't impress me.
I want to tell you, You've lost us.
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
I told her she was beautiful the living embodiment of my poetry, though
I could never make her into a poem, because the words that describe her escape my ink and scurry back into my heart.
I told her that “she” never spoke to me with such elegance, she never gave me poems about love and prosperity.. She spoke to me in rhymes and haikus about brokenness and betrayal..
I told her, love.. You are my muse.. And “she” is just a memory.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 1:11 AM UTC
She let you in, and you sunk your teeth into her veins pulling out every secret and story she had hidden from the world.
She showed you her darkest place and you took her there again.
You held her hand and walked her up the stairs, she saw a future brightly shining just a few stairs higher.
And you tripped her.
You ******* tripped her.
You watched her fall into the place she swore she would never go again and you laughed in her face.
You stuck your greedy little fingers in her battle wounds and you laughed.
How do you live with yourself, how do you sleep at night knowing someone so fragile is debating ending her life over someone who never deserved her.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 1:10 AM UTC