Let me mend your wounds, my dear,
Let me see your scars.
I’ll brush the dust off of you,
Peer inside and count your stars.
Read me your sins and
Let me hold your tears;
Give me your hand, darling,
Lend to me your fears.
When you kiss me, whisper
Into my mouth your dreams.
Give me a needle and
Let me sew up your broken seams.
I know you’re fractured,
But I am too.
All I ask, my dear,
Is that you let me love you.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC
Words of wisdom
Battle scars
Finding hope
Watching stars
Warm embraces
Sweat and tears
A beating heart
Conquered fears
Look how much
That I have grown
I’m not afraid
I’m not alone
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
Broken mirrors
Shattered lives
Words like bullets
Thoughts like knives
Sinister lies
Twisted dreams
No one hears
My muted screams
Sold my soul
Lost my breath
Take my life
Give me death
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 6:39 PM UTC
I am no longer
the hollow of my collarbone
or the skin on my thighs
I am no longer
the frailty of my bones
or the space between my legs
I am the words
that flow from my lips,
and the way they curl and disappear
into the lungs of strangers
like smoke from a cigarette
I am the warmth I feel
when I hold you in my arms
I am the way I sing when
I’m afraid, attempting to find
light in a world full of dark
I am not my body, for it is
just a shell that holds my true
self; I am me,
and I am beautiful.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
When my lips are dry and my eyes yearn
For the enticing illusion of sleep,
When thoughts drip from my mind like a leaky faucet
Until I am drowning in my own worries,
When the clock on my wall starts to sound more like
A bomb ticking down to zero—
These are the nights that I long for you.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
Will you still love me when my silent tears fall?
When I lie in bed all day, curled up in a ball?
If I cry on your shoulder, how long will you stay?
Will my sorrows and worries just scare you away?
When I wish I were dead, when I can’t stand the pain,
Will you still stand beside me? Will your love still remain?
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 6:26 PM UTC
You’re bitter like beer and strong like wine
You burn like whiskey but I like it just fine
Sweet like brandy but harsh like gin
With just one taste, you make my world spin
I know in the morning I’ll wish I was dead
I’ll cry over you until my tears run red
But still I want more, just one last sip
Cause I’m addicted to your liquor-stained lips
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
Have another drink, darling,
Light up and have a smoke.
Don’t think about the future
Or your lonely heart that broke.
The alcohol will numb your brain,
The nicotine will make you choke.
But don’t worry, dear; in fact, have a laugh,
‘Cause in the end, you’re just a joke.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 5:38 PM UTC
Every night,
When sleep eludes me and my thoughts turn dark,
I stare out my window at the blue moonlit street,
And in my mind I imagine myself walking
Down the sidewalk, across the road,
My hands shoved in my pockets and my collar up
To shield me against the cool wind of the night.
I can see myself walking for miles—
I know every twist and turn of the pavement by heart—
Until I’ve reached the edge of town,
This town that has ripped me to shreds and burned the pieces,
And I know that I’m so close to freedom…
Just one small step over the city limits,
Into no man’s land.
But it’s just a silly daydream, I tell myself,
Back in the prison I call reality. Yet
I can’t help but wonder what would happen
If I were to one day walk out the door, not just in my thoughts,
Without a word, without an intention of ever returning.
Would anyone look for me?
Would anyone cry or miss me?
Would anyone even care if I disappeared forever?
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
It’s drowning--
thrashing around in a cold, dark sea,
with no hope whatsoever of survival;
gasping for breath until the waves finally
invade your choking lungs and drag you
down to the ocean floor, to wither away and
rot, never to be found again.
Like being ****** into a black hole,
a vortex of the unknown,
constantly wondering whether you’ll ever
return to the safety of home, or if maybe
you’re already dead, lost in this black abyss,
a never-ending hell of confusion,
an eternal maze of nightmares and heartbreak.
It’s wandering through life,
a hollow body whose heart and soul have been
ripped out by the cruel, cold hands
of a violent world we helped create;
it’s being murdered by the one person
you thought you could always trust:
yourself.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC