* * * and you are * * * * just like the moon * * * * * -----so, alone----- * * * * but you shine bright * * * * at the darkest * * * * * * of times * * * * * * * * *
What if I showed you all the poems I wrote Would you taste the asphalt I felt As I sat and scribed Would you see the graffiti The street signs, city life Would it mean anything
I stopped counting when it stopped making sense. There's no point in going back now.
Someday, I won't remember this Sitting in a bedroom With only the Christmas lights on On a half-baked winter solstice In week old sweatpants Faded hair and muscles sore My vision blurring Pixelating Focused only on the screen I won't remember this No one will
"Darling // Darling // What if you woke up too?" - Wooden Floorboards by Hotel Books.
Will you be my shelter Will you hold me During the scariest parts Of these bad horror movies Will you let me cry into your chest Soaking your tee shirt Staining it with sorrow Leaving you with a permanent reminder of me Will you laugh at me When I do stupid things Will you let me hug you Until I feel less numb Until my mind can feel again And I start crying again As the cycle begins
I don't have much to give But I won't leave you As long as you hold me Love you I will
What are you afraid of? Why do you flinch at the sight of me? What if I told you I love you? Would you be afraid? No, you would say it back. Right? But you wouldn’t. You don’t. But you wish you did. I wish you did.
I’m in a soundproof room. So are you. I beat the walls And scream And cry But you don’t hear me. I can feel that You’re shouting for me too. I’m sorry I can’t save you.