Sometimes I wonder if you’re better off without me,
If the miles between us set you free.
I was holding you back, dragging you down.
Yes, you’re definitely better off without me around.
From a distance, I’ve watched you spread your wings and fly,
Do things you wouldn’t have dared to try.
By now.. I’m almost certain, by now I’m almost sure,
That me leaving you behind was your cure.
T.11.I
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
You,
It's always you,
You bring a smile to my face,
You make my heart pace,
You keep my mind in place.
It's been so long,
And I wonder each day,
How do you do it,
What makes you so special,
That I can't get you out of my head.
My mind running marathons,
Just to grasp you for a moment,
Even if it's just an illusion,
The way I gently grab your hand,
And pull you in for a kiss,
Only to realize I've been day dreaming.
What is it about you,
Please tell me,
I wanna know why your beauty,
Wanders in my sweet dreams.
Give me an answer,
Even if it's just a tease.
You're the reason,
Why my nights are spent sleepless,
Why my days are spent dreaming,
Why each time I look around,
I see that amazing grace you lay around me.
Won't you come to me,
Because you and I know,
That you know,
That I know,
That it's you...
T.11.I
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC
Hello there, too, mister
I see you more like a stranger
Just stop it right there,
don't even try to win my heart,
I tell you, it's deadlocked already,
don't you even dare.
I won't open it
for you --- you will just come,
and take the pieces of me with you
without my permission,
and vanish eventually
just like a thief in the night
who comes and steals
and then run away.
T.11.I
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC
I don't mind seeing
the season change
spring
summer
autumn
fall
on my own
as long as i can feel
your palm pressed on my cheek,
hear you say my name,
and hold you close
when the perfect sunrise comes.
T.11.I
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 1:42 AM UTC
I used to think I could catch dust motes
with my bare hands.
I would dance around in the sunbeams of my childhood,
watching my hands whip through the slow
drifting constellations of dead skin.
I swore, if I just moved fast enough,
I could cup the colorless specks in my hands.
You were never really mine,
I just thought I held you in a sunlit moment.
T.11.I
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC
Every night, I drown in a world of nightmares.
They don't scare me anymore.
I've seen the people I love
die a thousand deaths.
I've been chased by a million monsters
that I didn't even know existed.
I've felt more humiliation and guilt in one dream
than in my entire waking life.
But the worst nightmare of all
is the one in which I lose you.
Those nights leave my face
wet with tears.
T.11.I
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 6:39 AM UTC
11:48 am and I’m thinking about how good
we were at pretending.
masters of the art, me and you.
you with your light laugh and fickle friends,
pretending you know what it’s like to be loved.
and me on your lawn, picking at grass,
pretending I can’t feel.
I left because I’m good at leaving and
you ignored because you’re good at ignoring.
no one can throw stones, we did what we knew best.
we did what we knew best.
T.11.I
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
The world hid you from me
and the sun owes me a shine
for hiding you under her lid
for filling my days with brine
The cloud swallowed my star
and the galaxies ate her heart
the heavens will vent my precious
alas my hearts shall sing victorious
The lord sent you my way
as punishment and as bliss
as the serpent that stung my stay
as the reward of that faithful kiss
T.11.I
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 8:59 AM UTC
A feeling that leaves a tingling pain that kicks—
In between my heart and the soul within;
Leaves one numb, if not morose.
But to whom shall those clamors be spoken?
If not for one, but for most,
Shouts became soft whispers—
Unheard. Echoes sail as far to oblivion,
Left in vain for the wind to cast away— to a limbo of nothingness.
So for the soul to live— he must live.
Solitary, in companion, in both ways— or neither.
He must flourish, if not at the joy that dwells,
Perhaps at the pain, those unheard pleas, did create.
T.11.I
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 6:40 AM UTC
Writing is my escape
A place i can go and
Disappear
Because everything around me
Is mine
My words are not your vacation
Not a resort set up on a beach
In the mountains
By the sea
Not a place made for you to go
To enjoy
To bring the family and take
Cliché pictures and souvenirs
This land is mine
And the only person I aim to please
Is myself.
T.11.I
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 6:36 AM UTC