everything had stopped
even my tears
and the feelings were all gone
even my fear
when you told me you were leaving
and your eyes lit like gold
in that moment i knew
i had given you my soul
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 4:38 AM UTC
you are sun kissed
blooming with greatness
but this double perception of the spirit
weighs you down
the bottom of the deep, dark ocean
where your skin forgets the feeling of the sunlight
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 4:28 AM UTC
it was soft tidal waves
it was the grass browning
it was the last leaf falling
the last breath
it was winter
it was pure
it was beautiful
it was free
when i gave up on me
but when you gave up on me
my veins screamed
and my heart burst too
cjw
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 1:28 AM UTC
i see you in my dreams
kissing girls who are not me
cjw
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 8:13 PM UTC
long sleeves in the summer time
tell me what's on your mind
(cjw)
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
last year,
you fell in love with a boy
that only wanted your virginity
and you gave it to him on a silver platter
so you could remember what love feels like
but babygirl,
it's not love
if he only loves you for what's between your legs
it's not love
if the only thing he compliments you on
is the way your hips are formed
it's not love
if every time you said no
he ignored it
that boy is not your lungs
you can breathe without him,
i promise
he is not your atlas
never let someone
that doesn't care about the way
your continents took form
hold your world on their shoulders
*because when they crumble,
you will too*
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
tell me you remember
the day you let me wear your jacket
tell me you remember
the day we drove to where the sun touches the earth
tell me you remember
the day you held my hand for the first time
tell me you remember
because i could never forget
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 5:41 PM UTC
this void i am made of
disintegrates
when i look into your eyes
and your hand touches mine
(cjw)
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
i've been sleeping with skeletons again lately
and drenching myself in purfume
so no one can smell my dead passion or the inspiration i always seem to lose
i keep hearing what you said and
i'm hearing dead poems being recited in my head again and i know my words will outlive me like they outlived you and that keeps me company
i've been writing things that don't make sense and sitting outside burning books again
*i've been sleeping with skeletons
again
they tell me not to write these things down again*
(cjw)
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC