I was high on LSD when we first met.
And there is nothing poetic in that statement.
Just honesty.
And you can take that for what it is
but I want you to know this
because even when my skin
was crawling-
you made me feel comfortable.
You were an abrupt kind of bliss
and I could not have been happier
with the light I had suddenly found.
You guessed I was a cancer
and I did not answer
because you saw in my eyes
you knew you were right.
And it was in that moment
I felt a connection
with the kind of
complexion
that was sure to
leave me every night.
I guess it was foolish of me to think
you would stay.
High hopes
and low expectations
is what they say
but I just cannot accept that
these days.
It is getting hard to hold my head up
when all I do is think of you
but my friends keep telling me
that I will make it through
even though
you don't miss me anymore.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 10:05 AM UTC
My death will be liberating.
And I do not say that in the sense
that I am going to find a cliff
and take a good jump off.
No.
I am just trying to find a
clever way to tell you
that I do not know what is going
to happen next.
You see,
there is a
fine line
between
dreaming and
mortality
and
I am finding out for myself
that being in love
does not always
involve
being awake.
And for my sake
I fall in love with daydreams,
nightmares,
hazy realities
and
the hung-over idea
of not being enough.
It is all out of my hands.
It is all out of time.
And the only thing I have left to do,
now,
is decide.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
I could never tell you
exactly what's going on inside my head,
so I'll write instead.
Drown my thoughts in paper & lead.
Keep my hands alive,
and my expression dead.
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC
Some times
when I use
kni ves,
I am imag
ining your
jugular.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC
i cannot make my anger beautiful.
or my pain sweet.
i refuse to make this easier to swallow.
i am not yours to consume.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 7:13 AM UTC
§
When you love someone
more than they will ever love you
It grinds you down.
Invariable disintegration
Of self esteem and ability to experience joy
Occur when someone is betrayed maliciously
By someone they legitimately love.
The only remedy for this agony
Is to surrender wholeheartedly to your love,
Until,
Either they love you as much as you love them,
Or you die,
In which case,
It won't matter.
Love is arsenic killing the bacteria in the milk,
And slowly poisoning your spirit.
The only antidote is surrender.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 6:53 PM UTC
She stared right into those eyes
that she still saw galaxies in
and whispered
"I'm leaving you."
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
i hope one day
you will look back and
you will remember
remember how you had me
how i did everything for you,
and gave you all the love i had to offer
and how you
let me go
i hope you will regret
and regret
and regret
that you gave
nothing
back to me.
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 11:28 AM UTC
I lie awake.
The half moon,
whose soft white shine
invades my room
and makes the tears that rest on my cheeks sparkle;
illuminates half of my face
so that the moon and I
can become a whole.
Only me
and the silence of 2 A.M.
Outside goes the party-goer
-knackered and filled with a portion of fresh memories
that won't be found in the morning-
to his rest.
Only he
and the silence of 2 A.M.
Outside stumbles the drunkard
-with repressed thoughts and events
that he couldn't erase out of his memory by a bottle-
to his end.
Only he
and the silence of 2 A.M.
Outside staggers the broken one
-with blood that’s drowning in wine and as red as the lips of the woman he tries to forget-
to his death.
Only he
and the silence of 2 AM.
L.T.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 11:07 AM UTC
there you were,
standing in your
yellow aura
and i blinked.
and all that was
left was this gold dust,
shimmering
and the ethereal
shadow of what
we could have been.
i loved you.
i still love you.
i always will.
the sunshine of your
smile will be imprinted
in the palette of my mind
as the softest and brightest
of daffodils.
your eyes will be
painted with
aureate flecks
and chocolate
and your hair a collective
shade of the deepest
parts of my soul, dark
and distinct against
the daylight
that collapses
to
its
knees
when it reaches your cheeks.
I outline you in my heart
with the clearest acryllic
so as not to ever forget
your form and the
way that it nestled to mine.
You, my darling
are the color that I used
to despise the most,
because that color represents
a part of me I could
never understand and love
before I met you
my forever sunflower.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 11:07 AM UTC