is it my fault? because i feel as though i have failed
you. failed to save and to heal. you
were always shattering out of my fingers and
lingers the pain splinters. now blood:
death red coats my hands, my mind, my
soul.
it hurts. my eyes ***** and sting because what
if i could have done more? what if i should
have held tighter or refused
to let you go? once would have been enough but
there stood my warring halves.
toxic water, toxic mind: poison love that must
be mine. greedy hands close at life's first
sign; anything is food when you find
your stomach unsatisfied.
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 6:58 PM UTC
shattered.
my heart is shattered
i love you
and i know you love me
but i dont feel loved
how can i know that this is good
when my tears and mascara
stain my face
and my pillowcase
for the third night in a row?
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 12:37 AM UTC
I fall in love much to easy—
This I know is true.
It’s from up on cloud nine
To a puddle on the ground
(Once I know my chance is through.)
Each fall hurts more and more—
My heartstrings truly break.
I scoop myself up
And ask once again:
How much more can I take?
But falling is what I love—
The adrenaline and rush.
With a weightless freedom
And care-free happiness
My brain just turns to mush.
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
I shoulda kept my mouth shut;
I shoulda let it go.
But I couldn’t let you finish.
All I wanted was you to agree.
I couldn’t keep my mouth shut;
I didn’t let it go.
Then you felt mad
Because he blew up.
If I had only kept my mouth shut;
If I had only let it go.
The chatter woulda started
Instead of the silence that hung.
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 11:54 PM UTC
how do you get through
the days that are
all tears and tissues?
—the days
of running mascara
and stuffy noses
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 11:07 PM UTC
I’ve found all the wrong love
In all the wrong places—
Every bad match
With every darkened heart.
At least that’s what you tell me.
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 12:19 AM UTC
Do you focus on the letters
Or the words they form—
The letters of the law
Or it’s intent?
It’s the thoughts behind the words
The lingering questions behind the melody
That truly tell the story.
But we all focus on the words
Instead of their thoughts
And the melody
Rather than what lingers.
The sweetness,
Not the aftertaste.
Is that why we miss
What means the most?
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 11:58 PM UTC
This is my thanks to the ones
Who listen
And actually care
About the broken ones like me.
For your simple smiles
And short conversations
Have preserved more lives
Than you could ever imagine.
Though you may not have heard
An audible cry for help,
You have surpassed the ones that did.
My life,
Now indebted to each of you,
Will continue to go on
Because you gave me something better.
This is my call to the world:
Listen to those around you,
For we will cry out in need
With scars
Or bruises
(Both physical and mental).
Listen for the silent cry,
And seek out the ones who need you.
These are my words to the world;
Words that someone needs for life.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 11:53 PM UTC
A flawless image,
Voice with nothing to correct,
And practiced fingers.
Staying up too late
With only you on my mind
You make me happy.
My forbidden love
The one I will not forget—
One I never had.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC