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Bad May 2015
For butterfly wings,

Our kisses were gathered and sewn.

Seeing you, I die.
Bad Dec 2014
Sitting in this room,

                  S e a r c h I n g     for    b r o t h e r s    in my head,

Not the ones  I’ve always had;
those that are united by a common womb.

But the ones who have infected me with a  lush sense,
an unspoken quality,
who have a presence so surreal,
always speaking to my soul.
My non-birth brothers,
Criminals of the same shade of blue,
Boys with the pain of a quiet kind,

Paramount people in a pickled world,
Oh my  brothers,
we are lines in the sand,
Definite and fading.
You are the ones,
the ones who meant something
To me.
Bad Dec 2014
[Insert friendship here]
Press yes if it meant something.
No, if it didn't.
#haiku
Bad Dec 2014
Young uncertainty,
My head is on your shoulder.
Darkness consumes us.
Bad Dec 2014
The world is full of two kinds of people:

the ones who will pop back into our lives for forever

&

the ones who won't,

where the goodbyes were unexpected and better
off never being mentioned.

You weren't someone who was ever supposed
to stay,
so I should have felt your goodbye more.
It should have stung,
sweet relief.
Goodbye moon.
Bad Dec 2014
Once I realized I could,
I gave this cause

everything.

For once,

I wanted to be someone's first and foremost option.
Bad Nov 2014
“I've grown to trust you 85% of the time.”
----
“What about the other 15% percent?”
----
“You can’t fix everything;
some things are not fixable.”
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