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JM Mar 2016
YEARS  AGO
I knew that I liked you
It was your short hair
It was because you seemed unobtainable

NOW
I think that you forgot that I exist
JM Mar 2016
it is getting to the point where  I am going to die
because with each step we take farther from each other
I feel my hear strings draw taut
they will not snap, the ties that we had a stronger than twine
they must be spider webs
1,000 times stronger than steel

and I'm stuck here, I've stopped running away from you

so each step you will not cut our ties
only tear my heart
and I understand that you can't stand to associate with me anymore
but just keep a steady pace
so I can familiarize myself with the rhythm
of a breaking heart
JM Feb 2016
No one has ever made me feel like you do but you cannot ***** out who I am
My old demons bark at me from the cages that I have locked them in
The reoccurring memories serve as slabs of meat that are throw to the dogs, they rip and tear through ****** flesh
I am sorry that I am not near, not close enough when you need me most
Not close enough for you
I think you should know that every song we used to sing echos endlessly in the halls of my heart, clamoring, smashing, banging all there is to break.
Now let me rest my tired feet, let me re-lace my boots
Because I have been running for far to long from something that is still exactly where I left it.
JM Feb 2016
I can't wait till I'm dead so I can meet my first child
JM Feb 2016
don't read my words
you cannot imagine the limited creative sight that I have come to posses
I look at everything and I only see shaking mirrors
I am not creative, everything is just a reflection
broken glass, refracting pieces of puzzles that we never solved
spread out on the flood, just like you were
open for my taking and there is no mistaking
that I will leave this place

I can only exist as a cancer
that plagues your mind with each associated memory that
flashes by every time you walk past a mirror

I am limited to loving the things  that    **** me
JM Feb 2016
run
I want to stay here
I want to stay there
But every time I look down
my legs are no longer there
they're running far far away
I'm always trying to catch up
JM Feb 2016
I'm coming home
Here I am, it is I
I announce my return
Through the valley of broken glass I trudge
I carry the weight of all the things I have done
With broken back and feeble legs I will plop my self on your couch
I have learned many things and broken many more
But I am coming home
I must return
I have seen the horrors of man
I have faced my demons
No one was ready for it
but surprise here I am
so please, make me a *** of coffee
I am so weak
But I am coming home
and just as soon
I will leave
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