i have scars of your fingerprints
blemishes shaped like your lips
cracks in my spine
from the sound of your voice
and pinholes in my heart
from the way you look at me
Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 9:32 PM UTC
brittle breaking bones,
these hands know not to hold
my fingers snap and ache,
oh how they feel so cold
veins so bright and blue,
pulse this sickly blood
skin so thin and flawed,
a cut could cause a flood
tendons pull and tense,
a touch sends unknown thrills
joints so hard and stiff,
through cracks, my love, it spills
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 10:06 AM UTC
i want to pull open your ribcage,
nestle myself between your lungs.
i want to feel you breathe,
the weight of your life pressed against me.
i want to cure your hiccups,
curl up against your fluttering heart.
i want to warm the winter air,
to keep you from cold.
i want to be the part of you
you cant live without.
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 10:06 AM UTC
oh, if looks could **** the hair on the back of your head
would be grey and falling.
sneakers full of holes, breaking at every unexplainable instance.
your hands would be wrinkled and cracking, stricken with arthritis.
that face of yours would lay untouched,
handsome and deceptive
Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 3:41 PM UTC
seven weeks
six days
it’s not my fault that i’ve
been keeping track of this
minute existence of yours
how i am supposed to feel,
to know such a loss;
i do not know
ive been told,
i will regret this,
to consider my actions
perhaps after
i will feel loss
perhaps after
it will make a difference
i cannot feel you,
only what you make me feel
inside
outside
maybe i will feel sorry
for giving you up like this
but somehow i feel like
i wont feel
anything besides
sweet emptiness
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 11:09 AM UTC
your guilt is an ocean
violently crashing
against these brittle rock ledges
the falling pieces
causing you to grow oh so heavy
oh so weary
with your actions
this weight i try to bare
oh so fruitlessly, though
it is not my weight to care
silently leaving with
the faint bells
but still your tides
wash up on my shore
weighing more than once before
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 11:03 AM UTC
safety is a forehead
pressed between sleeping
shoulderblades,
butterfly kisses on spines
and entangled fingers
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 12:21 AM UTC
i can only believe
in love at first sight
if it is mutual,
otherwise it is simply
a tragedy
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 11:08 PM UTC
the knots, they began
deep down in my stomach
tendrils reached out,
wrapped around every piece
of everything alive
inside of me, i feel
the twisted fingers,
reaching quietly for this
frayed and broken heart of
mine,
To fix;
to hide;
to drag
it deep back down where no one else
can see the beautiful
mess that i have made of
myself
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 10:43 PM UTC
i accidentally wore my heart on my sleeve,
i accidentally gave it over coffee,
i accidentally tried to seem better ,
i accidentally drank far too much,
i accidentally fell into that bed,
i accidentally cuddled too close;
i wish accidents never happened
Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 12:34 AM UTC