soft and gentle life
coming from your eyes
i think that i can stay upright
you pick me up, pick me up, pick me up
like a paper someone dropped
and read me, read me, read me
i am a recipe
use me to make something you like
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC
i feel the gentle
release of the
rain,
finally gliding
down my
window
after a weekend of
heavy clouds
and violent
wind,
i feel the potential
of the clean
pages
of my notebook as
i write down my
latest little
ideas,
i feel the power
and the depth of
my solemn
self
in the mirror, blinking
back at me from the
shadows.
all these things
make my
throat clench,
my eyes burn,
like nothing has since
i twisted the
****
of the faucet
that controls my
feelings, and
made them flow
slower, so
long ago now.
it's you,
you who makes them
gush
out again
like water from
the sky, like
days going by
and calendar pages
fluttering, or like
remembering
all the other
selves I've seen staring
back at me, asking
what are you doing to
yourself
now?
it's you who cuts
through layers of
scab and scars and
makes the melancholy
stir and sting
anew again.
each beautiful
thing, each one
tinged with
sadness,
makes me grateful,
not for the pain,
but for those feelings,
felt
again, when you
went out with me and
brought me back to
nature,
made me excited
to learn again, and
taught me that
'Good' is who
and what i
am.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 2:18 AM UTC
how strange it
is to be
so comfortable
with silence
and a phone that
doesn't buzz
painting my nails
purple and
listening to grimes
as I learn
that I missed it -
that I love
to be alone
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 2:22 AM UTC
sometimes my window frames
my desire
to escape to the mountains
or to hide from the people outside
i get stuck there gazing out
at the world
a reluctant participant
who just wants to blend in or get away
but today i looked and
i just saw
a familiar place where i
incredulously
yet undeniably
belong
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 2:11 PM UTC
Blood spills from my leaking heart
Machine malfunctions shooting sparks
No filter now on my automated brain
To prevent me from saying too
much.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC
dancing my fingers down your spine
but i won’t let you do that to mine
i need to keep my distance
at least distant in my mind
sorry but that’s still my style
i’ll be there for you
but only i’m there for me
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
the richness of your
voice in my ears
the brightness of your
light in my eyes
every soft caress of your
skin on mine
the taste of
you on my tongue
salty like the sea,
tangy like the rain
each dose of you only lasts me
the day
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
transient and feeling free
this whole world belongs to me
it's my bridge, the one i cross
it's my path, the one i walk
i don't own a single thing
except a host of memories
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
The moon curves
As do my lips
In this satisfaction
You can’t give or take away
It’s the richness of the music in my ears
The brightness of the light in my eyes
Nothing to do with you
And everything to do with me
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 2:50 AM UTC
Nothing cuts to the pit of my stomach
More than the betrayal of the people I trust
Of everyone who's hurt me
Yours is the worst
You neglected to tell me what was going on in your lives
The most important things
You left me out and expected me not to care
Do you even know how much you mean to me?
For my months of pain, you were there
The only ones
And I let you know how amazing that was
As often as I got the chance
Now that it's over
I feel like I've lost more than friends
I've lost the people who'd come to be family
And the wounds reopen every night I spend
Without you
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC