Always the second choice,
never the first
maybe one day
the tables will be reversed.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC
You tell me that you love me.
And I believe you.
But you only love me
As much as you have to.
You only love me
As much as is expected of you.
Sometimes I am jealous
Of my own love for you.
I wonder what it must be like
To be loved that much.
To have someone willing
To not only die for you
But to live for you.
I wish I could love you less.
I wish our love could be equal.
But instead your lack of love for me
Is matched by my undying love for you.
There is no balance between us,
Only one parched and dry
And the other overflowing with love.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC
"If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be." - Wuthering Heights.
beauty, is in love's eyes,
i once read that if he still makes your heart
anchor itself to your abdomen,
after three months, it's love.
well, my metaphors are wasted on you,
my words are a fancy way of
expressing myself and they contain
too much of you.
you've got a temper,
enough to rumble under these streets,
and collapse what i've been building.
i get sick of building blocks,
love is child's play, and i just want
us to be adults.
i promised to love you, and i do in
my own odd ways,
you broke my heart, i broke yours.
i still want you to know,
a mosaic wouldn't be so beautiful,
without all the cracks.
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 7:30 AM UTC
he only thinks you're
pretty when you cry
when the aching
vulnerabilities sting
like red welts along
cheeks that are
white as teeth
only then are you pretty,
when the red blood
tears fall like soldiers in
the war of peace and
he kisses the place the
bullet exits
he promises he will
still love you as the lion
that murders the lamb
when the sky bleeds,
crimson echoes down
mountains of death
his viper hands
snake round your
hips and you just
don't mind, you just
don't mind anymore
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 9:05 AM UTC
i know you're searching
for a savior
but you're just another
ship captain and i'm
just another lighthouse
flashing you towards
the rocks
attention only makes
me more distant
at night i suffocate dreams
of you with a pillow
until i lie beside the
cadaver of our love
wrap it's cold,
dead hands
around my neck
like a scarf in
this winter hell
last i checked the
weather report
promised no sun
a god told me
i'll sleep like the dead
when i live
like them too.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
You **** with the balance of chemicals in my brain
You control the pace of which my blood flows in my arteries
You possess my body without being physically present
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 10:01 AM UTC
you can't fill that emptiness inside you
you can only set it free
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC
Do you think that there are others
Who've also met lifetimes ago
who continue to find each other
over
and over
and over again
Throughout the courses of their lives
Teach and grow and mold and flow
Piecing fleeting moments together
In order to create a reality
That is altogether ours entirely
Existentialism and bourbon on Saturday
Pancakes and prayer filled Sunday mornings
We'll hold church between my thighs and remember what it's like
To believe in something other than God.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC
this here
is a saga of a child
lonely and sad
seeking faith in the wild
born of fear
forbidden to love
but loves everything
he sees and touches
claps his hands
but didn't know it's war
growing up was hard
with peace no more
was told of fairy-tales
of an imperil utopia
then given guns
in place of arcadia
the boy remains
a boy no more
with ****** khakee shirts
and bones sore
shown a path to hate
and misery
but tears in his eyes
missing his family
prays to a god
who does not exist
grudges on leaders
and failed politics
finds his savior
in an stranger's bullets
they said it was the enemy
but it was just people
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
they make goodbyes
sound easy
when they're at your door
late at night
and they scream your
name like a warning
from the bottom
of the staircase
you leave them,
until apologies make
your tongue as raw as
saw-dust
those nameless boys
the one's with
smoky breath,
they write your name
to the skies
constellate it to their
forefingers and cross it
over their forehead
like a baptism
those boys with hands
that eat like worms
at the dying heart
of your feelings
no, they don't love you
only death can
love you,
nameless girl
with the
countless faces.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 1:58 PM UTC