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Parker Nov 2018
A bucket created to hold water with holes in it
A turbulent flight that never lands and has no pilots
A crashed relationship with two fictional story lines
Driving with two flat tires while low on gas and lost
Attempting to start a fire in the rain
Parker Nov 2018
Home is not where the heart is. Home is when I'm kissing your lips. Home is having you lay on top of me on any couch, floor, or bed. Home is going to sleep after receiving a text saying I love you. Home is held in the moments where you push me to shed my scarred tissue and replace it with pages of your favorite books. Home is the parts of a song that connects to your soul that you send my way. Home is not where the heart is. Home is where to hearts connect
Parker Nov 2018
The shattered pieces of stained glass reflected in her eyes, unleashed the secrets of all the pages burned to preserve a stoic heart
After she painted me grey, I wanted to set fire to all the stages for tricking the audiences into believing the paper cutouts were love
A world full of cardboard wings and failed flights has little hopes of landing in the recycle-bin
It's useless to continue attempting to use an eraser to remove the permanent ink that replaced your shadow
That doesn’t mean I don’t blame you for trying 🖤
Parker Nov 2018
Ive been drowning in your psychological and addiction fueled downfall for long enough
Leaving you was one thing but watching you deteriorate was like slowly watching and accepting quicksand shall soon smother my last breath
Find yourself my dear.. please
Not for me for I am no longer the man you once married
And I’m ok with that
Do it for yourself
Do it despite I plan on never seeing your eyes again regardless
Do it for your father can finally sleep
Do it because it’s what Cali bird would of wanted
Fault and all, you were special Amber
The painfullest truth for me was,,
I new I had to leave you after all that transpired yet never in a million years did I imagine my absence along would rip you apart so horrifically  and on so many levels
No matter how bad you wronged me, nothing equates to the destruction that comes with losing ones own mind
I, along with many many more people would give anything to help you get better my dear
Yet I know deep in my heart that the woman I once married died long ago
Parker Nov 2018
The compass that is my heart has frozen in your direction
It points towards a living room filled with all our books and dog toys covering the ground
I long to become the 2nd voice in your head that only encourages you to bleed your beautiful stories and poetry for all the world and never leave my side
The most extravagant wedding is a mir circus compared to the galaxies you fill my soul with simply by saying "I love you"
I will dance with your mania and cry with stories until we both are insane
My love, the seed you've planted in me has rooted and will grow until it's a million years old
After it perishes, I hope we become rain drops in the next life that land in the same puddle that saved the last lovers on earth from dying of dehydration
Please dear, don't lose me in your mind again
My greatest fear has mounted itself in your eyes
and the thought of losing you again stands behind the last match in a box in which the world depends on to light for warmth even though the winds are high
Parker Oct 2018
The key to my heart is hidden in her poems
The way you dance with words reminds me of how a soft snow can cover the ground
Cover the trash on the streets
Cover all the pains that have stalked me for far to long
The storm never ends though I'd gladly hold your hand as we watch the lightening strike fires across everything that has ever let us down
Will you paint me in your heart and never let it dry
Will you follow me into the dark when there's no guarantee of light
You are the only one who can make grey seem so beautiful
The only one who may laugh at a funeral and cry at a celebration
I want to wake up next to you until I don't wake up
I want to kiss your lips until my pulse runs dry and my dash is followed by a year 5 decades down the road
There's a picture hanging in some old forgotten house of two lovers jumping off a cliff into a black hole
To me, that is us
Falling for you is like opening my favorite book every day with a new chapter written
Like giving my change to the homeless instead of tossing it in a wishing well because all my dreams have already come true
There's something hidden in your poems
Something I've been searching for all my life
Parker Oct 2018
The songs of our time together are deafening
A month and a half after our divorce we now sleep next to different pulses
Why does the good echo stronger then the bad after it’s all said and done?
Why do your mistakes dwindle even though my decision to leave was more then justified
I’ve been walking a on tight rope for weeks and the void won’t leave me be
I hate the man you are attached too now
I hate the things you were able to do to me
Most of all, I hate the phrase until death do us part
I have to remind myself that you wouldn’t be with him if it was true that nothing happened those two nights he stayed over while I was away
There’s a calling in my bones to get on a motorcycle and ride until I forget your name
Ride like the devil is chasing me
Ride like and eraser will catch me if i stop
The sun is rising over our city and I remain in the dark
That’s all
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