hands remind me of you they can heal they can break they can create they can stand idly by just like you touch is everything but your touch is more it's a hurricane that can't break anything a feather that weighs too much everything you touch hurts it's only when you walk away that i can mend your hands were never meant to administer to the beaten your hands delivered pain and suffering masquerading as peace and safety it's not as though i'm surprised i suppose that dying is but a side effect of living
if hourglass bodies have taught me anything it's that beauty has a time limit and it would seem that you and i were caught begging aphrodite for just a few more grains of sand
white knuckled pallbearers for open handed corpses silent as the pastor emotionlessly reads the rehearsed eulogy i learn that funerals were never meant for the dead they were always meant for those left alive because you haven't truly lived until you've died inside*
I swear I Heard your name In the sound of breaking glass And the shards flying Across my exposed skin Felt eerily the same As when your fingertips Brushed my arm And I'm reminded As the blood drops Hit the white floor Of how you always Left a mess No matter where you went But maybe the red Leaving my body Can take with it The memories of you So I can feel the pain Without anguish or regret
I think I saved you You told me I did But as I reached To pull you back So you could climb up Again You pulled me down And I fell off the cliff To the depths of the Hell You had overcome You said that no soul Should have to endure it But I guess that I was never Anyone
i'm the bone that you broke that never quite healed the same way again familiar yet slightly out of place then you asked for a storm to break you in a familiar way so i gave you silence and it was more than you could ever take i write so much about grasping at things i can't hold onto like your hand since it's been slightly out of place and now i'm not sure if i've been talking about you or myself they told me that the ink on the page would replace you eventually but i think i'm writing in your blood and once the poetry is out of my system my veins will dry up and i'll look just like you
Sometimes it hurts Being in love with someone Not because they hurt you but Because you want them to be happy And in order for that to happen You have to let go I realized I am the anchor Keeping you to shore But there's a whole ocean out there You need to open your sails Set yourself free And explore I can no longer keep you here You're much happier set free B.G.K
Tears rolling down my cheeks This is not strength I can do better than this But sometimes My heart and mind Overflow And I don't say a word Not wanting to worry you