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May 2014 · 462
I'm sorry
a flower May 2014
I think this is karma kicking me in the stomach
I do not wish to eat
I do not wish to do much of anything really
This isn't a poem
It's more of an outpouring
Someone walks into my life who I am for once willing to do anything for and they want nothing to do with me. He wants to run from me as I did from you.
Is this how you felt when I left you?
When I broke your heart and shattered your dreams?
When I ****** your best friend to make you hate me so I could get away from you?
Is this how you felt for me?

Being in your shoes, losing the person I would drop my life for is beyond heart wrenching.
Is there even enough adjectives to describe this pain?
It is destroying me from the inside out and I can't believe I made someone feel this way.
I cannot believe someone felt this compassionate way about a person about me.
I want to apologize to you and I still want to hate you, like you're the one who prayed for this to happen to me.
I wish I could take back the horrible things I did to you.
I know I am selfish but I don't deserve this either
I am asking for forgiveness, begging for it
I don't know what it takes to receive good things in return but "I'm sorry" is a good start

I'm sorry
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry
Apr 2014 · 354
Stay Alive
a flower Apr 2014
We could climb to your roof top every night
If I get to see your eyes wandering under muted moonlight
If I can trace my fingers slowly down your torso, your unblemished body built effortlessly by the gods
Feel your heartbeat pound hard enough to stop my inconsistent breathing from nicotine tainted lungs

My hands shake to meet yours every morning I wake up in an empty bed
There's too much space between my fingers and next to my head
If eyes could burn through souls, you have melted every compound of my being
I don't think you understand what it feels like to gasp for air when you find someone who makes you want to keep living

The pills that tickle my throat
I could drown them in the alcohol that used to stain my veins daily without a second thought
If that's what makes me strong enough to outlive you
To have the time to study everything you do
Map you out like this city I've countlessly burned to the ground through numerous delirium filled 4 AM mornings

It's somewhat melancholic to plant a seed just to watch the flower that blooms wither to it's death
Almost like being dressed for a funeral that hasn't happened yet
I can't bear the thought of your diminishing existence
I truly thought we could enjoy the time we have while we can
But I might be too selfish to let you go

I need you here, under the moonlight
I need your warmth and flawless skin against my own
I need you to take up space, all the space, too much space
Drown me in your presence and feed me your oxygen
Because you are the only person that has made me want to stay alive


Just to watch the flowers grow
Apr 2014 · 373
I hate to but I want to
a flower Apr 2014
I hate to cling to you like late night thoughts cos they never seize
I hate to cloud your space with the lung grasping smoke of my burning heart
I hate to choke you with the power surging emotions that electrocute my being
I hate to take hold of your freedom and lock it away with a key

I want you to absorb all of my time because it's just so limited
I want to breath you in like the nicotine that keeps me stable on nights I cannot find the end to
I want to see your throat shimmering under the moonlight that slips itself between your blinds and decorates your mattress while you dream
I want to hold your hands like the spaces between my fingers were never meant to be filled by anyone else's
i'm going to chase you away even faster than i can run away from this
Apr 2014 · 347
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a flower Apr 2014
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Let me tell you about the first time you said my name
And every time you traced the small of my back to let me know you were there with that distant half smile
I want to dance my fingertips across your veins and memorize the tempo of your pulse
to kiss the scars that decorate your wrists and prove to you they were never worth it
Now your heartbeat is just a distant bass pumping the blood that keeps you alive but not well
My loneliness stings like salt water in fresh wounds
A few too many songs I've stapled to you
Feb 2014 · 425
me too
a flower Feb 2014
As soon as I knocked on your door that night I wished I had the strength to turn and run
It was bitter cold for a reason
The dents and scuffs across your door were almost like caution tape
Warning me of drunken late night battles with your thoughts and with her
But the way you looked at me when you opened the door
You walked straight to your bedroom and the way you turned so swiftly
Your voice so bittersweet, whispering 'come here'
with glossy blood shot eyes and a cheshire cat smile
I felt the hair stand on the back of my neck as I found myself crawling into your extending arms
Your heart was racing, you asked me how it felt and demanded me to stop shaking ******
Pillow talk and strawberry Absolute lips
I've wanted this for a long time you said
You repeated it with every exhale and clenched my wrists with every inhale
I'm still holding on to this moment
Nov 2013 · 654
Hate I could but never
a flower Nov 2013
I could say I never want to see you again
But I see the moon in your calcite eyes without even being outside
I could say I hate the sound of your voice
But I hum the songs you sang for me on rainy days and long highway drives
I could say I never wanted to kiss you
But I bite my bottom lip because it stings to meet yours
I could say I hate that you refused to let me sleep
But I long to feel your heartbeat in the undertones of drowsy sentences at 3 a.m.
I could say I never meant to waste this much time on you
But I stopped wearing a watch and I'm waiting for another sunrise in your arms
I could simply say that I hate you
But every time I think I do I find five more reasons to indefinitely love you
Nov 2013 · 912
Saturday Morning
a flower Nov 2013
12 a.m.
Friday night or Saturday morning?
Depends on your perception I suppose
The thought of me in the back of your mind
as you begin your nightly journey
Play your thoughts coy and we can boost your ego for a bit
But I feel it when you think about me

2 a.m.
You've decided it's Friday night and you have nothing to lose
Time to waste, but you always walk with such fast pace
The moon beams before you, she is your guide
You find comfort in the significance of me there
But you still bury yourself under shadows in fear
that the moon may not shine this bright for you after all

4 a.m.
You're seeing things that aren't there again
Figments of your imagination
You met me in your dreams, you said
You're wondering if I'm feeling alive or dead
Dialing my number
Calling once, twice, three, four times

6 a.m.
You saw me every where, felt me there all night
But it's Saturday morning and you've battled your fright
You still haven't caught your breath, your thoughts dissipate in our last words
It's been weeks since you've seen me and I still haunt your head
Dialing my number, calling once
Hello?

8 a.m.*
There you are, and here I am *tearing apart at the seams

Adding another link to the cigarettes we've chain-smoked in thought of warmth
You try to calm your nerves as I spark the flame of my lighter a metaphor for your soul
To sooth your addiction a metaphor for my being
And you can finally breathe I am your air
As I can truly feel *you are my fire
Nov 2013 · 457
The Same
a flower Nov 2013
t h e  s a m e

why would I want everything to be

t h e  s a m e ?

a life without change
what made you think i'd find comfort in

t h e  s a m e ?

the infection of no evolution of the mind, body, and soul
people drown in the depths of

t h e  s a m e

it is a disease you are taught to live with from birth
people believe when something goes wrong
things get chaotic
out of control
they just want everything to be

t h e  s a m e

you don't learn anything from it
you don't grow
your lungs do not even expand
you are dead
i mean, you might as well be

t h e  s a m e

it ties a knot around your thoughts
it puts your heart on a treadmill to keep your blood pumping at
one steady pace
you feel numb when you awaken
6 a.m. begin your day

t h e  s a m e

routine, over and over again
you forget to feel
i mean, really f e e l
you lose faith
any bit of change makes you shake
kick starts you to run from anything that bares the thought of something
or someone
new

t h e  s a m e

you
her
me
him
too comfortable with always
staying, hopes on the back burner
as both your dreams pass you by
and forever

t h e  s a m e
Nov 2013 · 530
Kissed you before coffee
a flower Nov 2013
9/26/13 10:55 am

When you finally fell asleep
(6 in the morning)
I smiled
Pondering your dreams
I listened to your breathing
Your heartbeat
(a steady tempo)
The rhythm to my solitude


As the sunrise showered it's rays through our window
I let you sleep
I knew if I didn't sneak out at that moment
You would awaken too soon just to beg me to stay
I left you with a soft kiss on your forehead
My lips touched you before a coffee mug
If that doesn't mean something sweet
I'm not sure what does
Nov 2013 · 520
Is this a haunting?
a flower Nov 2013
I walk under golden street lights on nights when the moon is smothered by storm clouds
I swear I see your shadow behind mine
The wind howls at me and I am convinced its you calling my name
I can't decide if this is a haunting or not
Is it a haunting if you're still alive?
Are you still alive?



I haven't felt you all day and all I can think about is your heartbeat
a flower Nov 2013
An inch away you stood
You stared so deeply into the oceans in my eyes
so indefinitely into my soul
I'll never forget the way you smiled when you finally turned away
An entire minute of you indulging in my presence, of all things
You knew me in sixty seconds
And I never thought I would care for someone with the entirety of my being
The way I effortlessly cared for you in that instant
Everything viewed in black and white until I met you
Your persona so technicolour, the way you swayed in front of the sunset
Your fire burning heart, pumping the blood that keeps you alive just to let you stand in front of me
Taking long, smooth drags of your cigarette hoping for a quicker death, just to reincarnate all over again
And that hair, baby that hair
I could get lost in curls like those, and I didn't refrain from doing so
I shared words with you I thought I would never share with another living person
I always believed in not sharing things with anything with a tongue, but you were different
My lungs felt larger, as if they could expand to let in every bit of oxygen of the universe to let me breathe just to speak to you
Just to feed you knowledge, share with you everything you wanted to know, and refused to walk away without
I could listen to your voice for hours
Whether you spoke or sang, the serenity of words leaving your gentle lips kept me
Alive
We could drive for days in my car, we could get more lost than Alice in that maze in wonderland
But it would not matter because we were together
That is all that ever truly mattered
It was like an addiction
We needed each other to breathe
I found myself smoking your cigarettes when you weren't around to cloak me in your secondhand smoke
Or I'd search for your cologne tinged in ***** clothes from days I had been encompassed by you
I could look at the moon and know **** well you were doing the same
and thinking of me in the same moment as I was thinking of you
You left trash in my car for days and I wouldn't touch it
I left it there just to have a piece of you when there was no sign of you for weeks
How pathetic
Your energy resonated through my whole body and I longed to feel your warmth
I could hear you whisper every night as I rest my head to my pillow
and I dreamt of tracing your veins and kissing your collar bone all night long
The day we met, you intrigued me with transient sentences
Elusive, leaving me begging for more
You should come with a warning label
It would read; May cause trouble breathing. May tie knots in your stomach
Laugh might be addicting. Eyes might steal your soul in one minute
Just one minute
One inch
That's all I gave
You took a mile

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