home is
sitting in my truck at 2:30 in the morning, smoking *** and talking endlessly about nothing.
home is
laying in your bed and heavily sleeping at 4 am.
home is
playing on a playground and smoking cigarettes at 3 in the morning.
home is
sitting in your truck at 1 am and looking up at the stars.
home is
listening to jazz at midnight. even though I really hate jazz.
for me,
home,
is not a place.
home,
is you.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
you have no face
and you have no place that you stay.
I don't know your name
or your age
or the color of your hair.
but you are mysterious.
we speak the shortest of words.
but our words have so much meaning.
I have all of these feelings
and questions
and I'm unsure of what to do.
what do you look like?
who are you?
your words, although short,
are so caring and kind.
what's it like in your mind?
we are strangers
and there are so many dangers
but I like adventure
and these thoughts are torture.
so show me who you are.
let's not be strangers any more.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
I still have all of your things,
and in my dreams,
my brain forgets that you're not really here.
I see you everywhere.
You're touching my face,
holding me gently.
I feel so at ease.
And then I wake up.
And I reread our last conversation,
the one where you told me about him.
Part of me hopes that your skin burns in all the places I've touched you and part of me hopes that you see my face when you close your eyes to kiss him.
But the other part of me is happy for you, the other part of me wishes I could stop feeling your hands on my waist and the other part of me wishes the image of your face wasn't burned into the back of my eyelids.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 6:28 AM UTC
Cold is, a dark winter day.
Cold is, a cup of ice.
Cold is, the house in mid afternoon after a hot summers day.
But, if cold is a temperature..
Why do I feel so cold when she looks through me?
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC
All of us are addicted to something,
wether it's
drugs,
***
love,
food,
video games..
We are addicted to these things because they fill a hole in our lives that we can't do on our own.
We are addicted to these things because they distract us from the reality of our every day lives.
We are addicted to these things because we do not love ourselves.
We are addicted to these things because we feel that we can love these things more than we can love ourselves.
I challenge all of you to put down whatever you're addicted to and start loving yourself.
I challenge all of you to stop putting off that thing you were gonna do yesterday.
Drugs,
Video games,
Food,
***
those things can't love you more than you can love yourself.
You just have to try.
Next time someone asks you what or who do you love,
I want you to say "Myself".
The more you say it, the truer it becomes.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
They say that you are your own worst enemy..
And I'm not sure who they are,
but whoever they are,
They're right.
Because not only do you have to wake up every morning and
hear your own voice,
touch your own skin,
see your own reflection..
But you have to wake up every morning
with every what if,
with every regret,
with every secret.
YOU really are your own worst enemy.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
I remember what it was like the first time I laid eyes on you.
No one had ever taken my breath away like you did.
I remember what it was like when you first grabbed my hand in the truck.
I remember wanting to never let go.
I remember what it was like when I first kissed you.
I remember wanting to never stop.
I remember what it was like when you spoke of, and to me, and the way you spoke of your feelings.
I remember feeling like I was on top of the world.
I remember what it was like when you told me you weren't going anywhere.
No one made me feel as special as you did.
I remember what it was like the day you left.
I remember thinking that it was all just a dream.
And I remember what it was like when you said you didn't want me.
No one has ever broken my heart the way you did.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
You smelled like heaven.
And I look like hell.
"you're the right person,
this is just the wrong time"
Well,
when is the right time?
There's never a right time.
You have to put your **** aside,
and make room for what's good.
Because one day the "right person",
won't wait for the "right time".
And you'll be wishing they would.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
"I didn't say no.. Why didn't I say no?"
"It was my fault. I should've said no."
"Why'd he have to do it? Why'd he have to do it to me?"
"I shouldn't have let it continue. I should've told someone the first time."
"Why didn't he go to jail?"
"Why wasn't he punished?"
"I never should've told anyone. I should've just let it go."
"My mother hates me because of this."
"Will she ever forgive me?"
"She will always love him more than me.."
"Why didn't she kick him out? I was nine years old."
"Why did my own brother do this to me?"
"If I **** myself***, I won't have to see his face anymore.."
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
I'd rather hate myself for the rest of my life,
than to love you for even just a second,
because you hurt me more than my own thoughts ever could.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC