the mess here now, i will allow
and you know me, i worry
could always use some pity.
its been about a month and im eating badly,
and obviously my wounds are open but dont take them seriously because i’ll be fine.
and i can see it in your eyes that you mean it, i can feel in your arms that its true and though i just heard myself say it, i know i am lying to you. missing the crease between your eyelids, where id stare at through heartfelt sentences and avoid through sad silence.
im missing your teeth when you stutter
when we smoked out on your porch
and softer talk began to soften.
and i miss how my arm would die each time it would lay beneath you, yet i got distracted by your music and i think of nothing else but art and begin to write my loneliness in poems because its like im only content with life when im with you. (3:05 pm)
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC
a seclusion in your bed of chasing unfinished ends, you are not just another one.
ive never heard silence so loud as it echoes through these marble hills.
with a countless loss of dopamine yet if you are doing fine, ill do my best not to intervene.
seeing you, i have to hold it in and put up a wall to not interconnect our arms.
looking at ourselves in your mirror as my eyes dont even match up to yours anymore, following your voice which makes it harder to not trace back to our course.
i know im going to far,
as im only showing my love for you through art.
the mist from the sky falling delicately on your face, envying the times where that was my place. (8:59 pm)
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 4:48 PM UTC
her face growing more red with the fever of fear and the after thoughts
of a motivational heart.
for the crickets are venturing to sing
only a solemn view.
in a liquid splendor, you dunk your head with a
farewell goodbye as your mind regresses.
in a house of reason, he will choose to neglect me. as for his thoughts they remain, his feelings will not be felt.
a new found solace in this empty place, as my mind becomes my own antagonist.
to yield a timid longing while time does keep whispering, we gently stole from curious eyes
to escape our own.
a stain where she use to lay, a bruised patch of her panicked eyes. where white chalk was put around just measures the
distance between us now. as you stare in seduction and endure her carved words, mindfulness moves to fast at this world.
with elusive hands i embrace in an empty room with a plastic pin point.
now with your hollowed touch, you turn everything to white noise with a static urge.
yet the buildings became a blur as i stared through your moms car door window, with a flashback of music and watery thoughts.
(11:28 pm)
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC