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Alexis Martin Feb 2013
with your teeth, you left bruises
but I wish they were scars
so I could keep you on me
for the rest of my existence
-
661 · Mar 2013
3.24 a sunday night
Alexis Martin Mar 2013
a car full of bodies
lungs full of smoke
hearts full of love
a night to remember
-
661 · Aug 2013
Maybe it will scar.
Alexis Martin Aug 2013
I slammed my leg in the car door yesterday
and it has left me with a decent sized ****
all pretty and painted purple and blue
and for some reason I cannot stop touching it
the pain gives me a rush, or something
reminds me that I can feel things and get hurt
without having to do it to myself
(I haven't cut myself in eighteen days)
-
656 · Jan 2011
Staring Contest
Alexis Martin Jan 2011
Mirror, mirror
on the wall.
You show me
too much skin
too many flaws.

Naked.
Inside and out.
(all out)
Exposed.
Good and bad.
(all bad)
Revealed.
Triumphs and defeats.
(all defeats)

I want to cover up.
Wrap myself in strength,
In light.
Crack open the shutters,
the sun cascades onto me
Illuminates my pigments.
And in this moment,
this moment of bliss,
I feel
beautiful,
infinite.
Why can't everything be this perfect?

Then,
the moment ends.
Back to reality
back to being ugly,
fleeting.
I stare intently at you, mirror.
Maybe my lifeless eyes will burn a hole
right through you.
Right back through me.


"Who am I?"

I ask you, reflection,
like you will respond with something
unpredictable.








"You are a thing of beauty"



















Mirror, who took you to be a liar?
651 · Jun 2013
6.14
Alexis Martin Jun 2013
bundled up in a sadness soaked blanket
hating every inch of my existence
wishing that I had more Nyquil
so I can sleep for a few days
and maybe not wake up
-
650 · Jan 2013
And then you threw me away.
Alexis Martin Jan 2013
I poured my love into you
like red wine into a glass
and you drank
and you drank
until you were sloppy
until I was empty
-
649 · Nov 2016
11.5
Alexis Martin Nov 2016
every single day there are things that make me think
"huh, I should write about this"
and I make a mental note of it
and then I forget all about it
until the next day
when I see patches of green moss creeping along the cold cement sidewalks
or the warmth of his hand against the small of my back as we boogie down on the dance floor at the Mineshaft to Come On Eileen
playing spin the bottle in a haunted hotel room at four in the morning and hoping to land on the same girl over and over and over again cause her lips taste like cigarettes and Burt's Bees peppermint chapstick and I just ******* crave that **** ya know?
I crave the things that make me want to write, that make me feel inspired, that make me feel human
and at the end of the day it doesn't matter if I write any of it down because I still felt it and I still love it and it still happened and it still counts
life still ******* counts
-
649 · Sep 2012
timeline
Alexis Martin Sep 2012
-    

                                                  winter
introductions
first kiss
falling in love

                                                  spring
ar­guments
depression rises
love becomes rigid

                                                 summer
distance
hostility consumes
constant emotional war

                                                 autumn
reconcile
laughter blossoms
broken hearts mend

-
649 · Sep 2012
The Devil is a Boy
Alexis Martin Sep 2012
I saw the Devil today
he was disguised as a human
dressed in brand names
exactly how I remembered
I hope he did not see me
fleeing through corridors
out of site
out of mind
nausea quickly paralyzed me
while the infection of his memory
consumed me from the inside out
but I have found a simple remedy
a quick fix to rid me of this ghost
take the blade and watch me spill
and eventually I no longer feel
Alexis Martin Aug 2012
how passive aggressive
we're oh so pathetic
throw a punch at me?
I'll kick you where it hurts
right in your ******* pride
god forbid you are ever wrong
god forbid you are ever right
who the **** determines that
in the first place?
the first place
our lips met
parking lot
our bodies joined
hannah's bed
our love spilled
telephone wires
telephone ringing
good morning my dear
dial tone
stay away from him
he's better off without you
better off without you
better off without you
better off dead
did I say that out loud?
out loud
mustn't say it out loud
he'll hear you
here, you hide in the closet
hush it's just the cat
you are safe with me
I have you
in my hands
your hands
they smell like cigarettes
but you promised
so did you
yet there is blood on your leg
oh yeah, sorry...I tripped
tripped in love with you
on accident
my car accident
remember that
I was mailing your letter
confessing my love to you
love to you
love you
I still do
I never did
neither did you

.......
646 · Aug 2013
Bear.
Alexis Martin Aug 2013
I refuse to accept that you are leaving
because you always leave
it is in your nature
and I am used to that
but this time you are going
to a place that I can not reach
and I do not know how I will make it
but ******* it, I am so happy for you
because you are getting out
and you are growing up
though you need not to
(wise beyond your years)
you will grow a garden with your words
and you will dye your hair eight different colors
before I get to see you and hold you again
and I will love you more with each passing moon
but oh my darling, my beautiful sunflower
how I am going to miss you so
every second of every single day
-
(please, don't leave
I would do anything
to keep you in my pocket
forever and always)
645 · Jun 2013
An ode to shitty friends.
Alexis Martin Jun 2013
I swear to god
it seems like friends
are hardly ever the people
we expect them to be
they stab you in the back
and then offer you some bleach
to help get the blood stain out of your shirt.
-
643 · Nov 2012
Sealed with a kiss.
Alexis Martin Nov 2012
Night after night
you find a way
to get under my skin
      I have not a single ounce
      of love to give you anymore
      it has been replaced with hatred
           You don't necessarily deserve
            what I have put you through
            but you reap what you sow, *****
                I never expected you to be more
                than what you were capable of being
                apparently that was asking too much
                     So here I sit and write
                     to the man I thought I loved
                     who turns out to be nothing more
                                     than a boy
                                      a coward
                                      a phony
                                            -
640 · Dec 2012
I know it's not fair.
Alexis Martin Dec 2012
my darling,
the universe is never perfect
for more than one night at a time
   -but why?
because sweetheart,
if every single night was perfect
then the flame would lose its spark
   -but I love her
   *-I know
639 · Jul 2012
the unfriendly ghost
Alexis Martin Jul 2012
finally got the
taste
smell
feel
                                      of you
out of my
mouth
lungs
skin

oh what a bittersweet moment that was
when his lips met mine

but you,
you are so ******* haunting
can't you just leave me alone

his hands pressed against my back
the trickles of our sweat fusing into one
it could have been so magical
but no.

all I could think about
was the first time our hands brushed

the creases in your jeans
the flip of your hair
the sunburn on your nose

my freshly cut bangs
my second-hand store sweater
my nervous heartbeat

please just leave me alone
you have me on my knees
(though no longer for pleasure)
now all I am doing is begging
begging you to let me be



*Honey, are you talking to your ghosts again?
Yes, it would appear that way, now wouldn't it.
637 · Aug 2012
sorry this is shit.
Alexis Martin Aug 2012
too tired to write anything
that is worth reading
so I'll just drain my thoughts
and maybe I'll get some sleep

as for you,
why am I so sad still
when I try so hard to be happy
though it sure feels nice to not have
the weight of you on my shoulders

as for my mother,
when are you going to grow up
and stop treating your children
like they are ******* accessories
you selfish ******* *****

as for my sister,
put the cigarette down baby
and stop trying to act like mommy
you are too young to know
a sorrow this deep

as for my father,
why are you so morose now
I can hardly make you smile anymore
the only thing that keeps you going
is your bottle of whiskey

as for my heart,
stop leaping back to him
can you not see how fragile
and broken you are
start beating for yourself

*oh wow,
that felt lovely
and now I can sleep
safe and sound
this is horribly hideous and I apologize but I really needed to get it out somewhere.
630 · Aug 2012
jeckyll/hyde
Alexis Martin Aug 2012
self proclaimed straight-edge
self proclaimed alcoholic
self proclaimed gentleman
self proclaimed *******

I don't know
who
or what
you are anymore.
627 · Jan 2011
Repetition
Alexis Martin Jan 2011
And here I go again.

I
  am  
       so
           out
                  of

                         control

                       in
               hate
       with
you

You are not making this any easier.

Your
         hungry
                      eyes
                            fea­st

                                     mercilessly

                             upon
                       this
              lonely
corpse
                                ­                                                            
I need to re-center myself.

Find
       the
             perfect
                           balance

                                          where

       ­                         wrong  
                 coexists
         with
right

But, I am afraid.

Can't
          let
               you
                      be

                           the

                     one
              who
        got
away

So, I'll stay.
Even if it
(hopefully)
kills me.
627 · Aug 2012
10pm
Alexis Martin Aug 2012
congratulations

                           you've done it again

you ruined my night

                            made it so I cannot dream

they should give you a medal

                             awoken by the sound of your voice

for being so ******* haunting

                             how sweet it is to hear you again

don't you have someone else to ****

                              oh I miss you too my dearest

for ****'s sake get your heart off your sleeve

                               do you still love me?

you're really just pathetic at this point

                               of course I still love you

sorry, but *******

                               gonna have to agree on that one, ********
624 · Sep 2013
pumpkin patch
Alexis Martin Sep 2013
and just like the leaves
I, too
die in autumn
-
622 · May 2013
5/5
Alexis Martin May 2013
5/5
it's not necessarily
that I want to go to sleep,
I just don't want
to be awake
-
622 · Feb 2013
Why not just use bleach
Alexis Martin Feb 2013
I once heard
that ***** removes blood stains
from clothing
but come to think of it,
that's usually how the blood
got there in the first place
-
620 · Sep 2012
A moment on the couch
Alexis Martin Sep 2012
I have never held a tighter grip
than I did in that moment
on your Black Flag t-shirt
draping over your trembling chest
the smell of hash and cigarettes
clung to our damp bodies
I had hoped it would mask
the stench of loneliness in the room
as your arms began to grasp tighter
around my broken bag of bones
I whispered something into your ear
and I have since then been repeating it
over and over again in my head
trying to make sense of it

*I'm not ready to let go yet.
614 · Apr 2015
jotted down 4.4
Alexis Martin Apr 2015
the kinds of things i think about after taking seven shots of tequila:

he looks really great his eyes aren't dead anymore and we even hugged for the first time in years

she doesn't deserve him or the way he carries her around when she is too drunk to stand up on her own

my hair has gotten so long remember when I cut it all off in the bathroom at Erin's house because I was too weak to cut my wrists open and bleed to death

did I take my medication today? why do I keep forgetting to take my medication? Why am I so scared of my medication?

I really wish he was here right now so I could kiss him and sit on top of him and pull his hair. I hope he doesn't **** himself. I am starting to like him too much.

-
613 · Jun 2013
June 8th
Alexis Martin Jun 2013
I've written and rewritten
my suicide note dozens of times
and I am still not satisfied
because I can not figure out how to
politely tell you that I want to die
but that it is in no way
anyone's fault
-
603 · Oct 2012
"Sing me to sleep"
Alexis Martin Oct 2012
A simple thing to ask of me
Open my mouth
and let noise spill out
in melodies and harmonies
How bizarre it is to me
that I can control your body
with the fluctuation of my voice.
I sing those familiar songs to you
and watch your eyelids grow heavy
soon you are in another realm
but I still have you in my arms
I brush your wavy brown hair
off of your freckled forehead
and with a gentle kiss
I send you on your way.
603 · May 2013
Congrats, Natalie.
Alexis Martin May 2013
My childhood best friend got engaged
and the first thing that came to my mind
when she asked me to be in the wedding
was that I really hope there is an open bar
-
Alexis Martin Jun 2013
I had a dream about you last night
for the first time in a long time
I walked past you on the street
and my heart began to sink
just as it does every time I see you
but this time was different
because you chased after me
and ran into my arms and embraced me
and we stood there sobbing in the middle
of the ******* street in broad daylight
and you whispered in my ear
"I will never leave you again.
I will always love you."
And I woke up in that instant
thinking for a brief moment
that it wasn't just a dream.
But it was.
You have forgotten about me.
I am a chapter you do not want
to ever reopen.
-
589 · Oct 2012
I guess I'm still bitter.
Alexis Martin Oct 2012
we talked about forever
like it was something feasible
and at times I believed it was
a forever
with a person
with a soul
but you have no soul
that became evident after you
     hit me
       pushed me
          misused me
             kissed her
                 ****** her
                    picked her
I'm well aware
that I am no Juliet
but you were never a Romeo
despite your fake and valiant efforts
where are you now?
alone
like me
the difference is
you will always be alone
but I fell in love again
I guess you found your forever
sure hope it was worth it
*****.
589 · Jul 2012
habits
Alexis Martin Jul 2012
Flushed skin
Sweaty palms
Pulsing veins
Shortened breaths

I need it

Open up the top drawer
tucked under the lipstick
there it is, in all its glory
mocking my weakness

I need it

The first cut is never the deepest
quite the opposite actually
The first cut is like a breath of air
after being held under water

I need it

One becomes two
two becomes twelve
and before I know it
I am sitting in a puddle of my own blood

What have I done....

Clean myself up
wash the stained t shirt
make it through another day
rinse and repeat.
Alexis Martin Nov 2012
I've got a pouding in my head
that not even a bottle of whiskey could cure
yeah I've been happy these days
yeah it's been ******* brilliant
but I would be lying if I said
I don't think of you from
time to time
-
586 · May 2015
it's whatever though
Alexis Martin May 2015
I almost wrote about you
about your curls and your small hands and your maroon sweater that you stole from american eagle
how teardrops slid down your cheeks when you told me about things you haven't said out loud in years
how teardrops slid down your cheeks when I told you that I have had a similar trauma
the way you held my face in your hands when you kissed me as the sun rose and how safe I felt when you held me tightly during the thunderstorm that rattled all the doors in the house for hours and hours

but then you told me you weren't ready to feel things
(I should have seen that coming)
-
Alexis Martin Apr 2014
you see,
I like to think that I am a seedling
and with the right amount of love and nurturing
I will someday grow into a beautiful flower
and you will love me in the warm sunlight
-
584 · Jul 2012
Walls
Alexis Martin Jul 2012
Built to keep others out
Built to keep myself in
Brick by brick, I laid them down
Losing sight of the real world
Sunlight fades, stars vanish
But I am safe.

There is a hole in the wall
Barely big enough for a soul to fit through
You sit there relentlessly
And chip away at it
In efforts to come inside

Go away before you get hurt
There is a reason why the walls are up
There is a monster inside them,
A monster inside me
Yet you are still here

You call out to me
Words like love and trust
I can hear it from outside the walls
You are getting closer
I am growing more afraid

I try to lay more bricks down
But you are far stronger
You over power me with love
A force that knows no limits
And here you are, behind my walls

Vulnerable
Exposed
Fearful
Shaken
Burning

Take your coat off
Make yourself at home
Let me get you a drink
Won’t you stay for a while?
It’s been so long since I have had a guest.
582 · Aug 2012
re-avenge
Alexis Martin Aug 2012
I will ruin you.

    Set fire to your bridges
         Flood your basements
            Tear down all your walls
                Reek havoc on your nightmares
                   Destroy all of your hope for happiness
                       Until you beg for the sweet relief of death

I will ruin you.

                                                                    Just as you have done to me.
581 · Jan 2013
But you won't.
Alexis Martin Jan 2013
I never fell
in love with you
(I guess that
was for the best)
You never fell
in love with me
(I still hope
that you will)
-
Alexis Martin Dec 2012
it rained for days
a torrential downpour
that flooded the streets
and created an ocean
between you and me
-
580 · Oct 2013
Treatment: one year later
Alexis Martin Oct 2013
I should be better by now
I should be better by now
I should be better by now
(If I look in the mirror
and say it three times
it will come true, right?)
-
578 · Jan 2011
Progression
Alexis Martin Jan 2011
Break down.
Look at everything around, and all I see is you.
You are my past, you are my present, you are my future.
You are my worst, you are my best.
You have made me, you have destroyed me.
You build me up, up, up.
You knock me down, down down.
My thoughts, they revolve around you.
Your gravitational pull, it is far stronger than my will to leave.
I fell for you, in all your infamy.
How can I leave?
How can I stay?
Please don't force me to choose.
You can't expect me to.
You know how weak I am, how quick to give in.
Quick to forgive, quick to forget.
You never had to deal with consequences, it always came so easy.
How great it must be to live your life.
I was here when you needed me, here when you wanted me.
Did you ever need me?
Did you ever want me?
I'll never know.
I have always known.
I say I love you.
You say okay.
That's how it should be, right?
Wrong.
So very wrong.
But you were never wrong.
How could you be?
I never allowed it.
You were perfection, my obsession.
But you are a killer, cold blooded.
You murdered me, claimed my heart as your prize.
But,
I love you.
No, I loved you.
You have me.
No, you had me.
I have chosen,
I am breaking free.
576 · Aug 2012
lady/love
Alexis Martin Aug 2012
pucker up
lipstick smeared
red and coral
make a rainbow
on your thighs
across my neck
kiss you softly
bite me roughly
scratch marks
on your shoulder
scars line my wrists
but you don't care
I'll show you mine
you show me yours
take those perfect bones
and throw them on me
now let's disappear
in each other
573 · May 2014
(times when I feel alive)
Alexis Martin May 2014
driving 90 mph on the freeway with the windows down and the storm makes the sky look like the bruise your teeth left on my neck when we made love on my white sheets with the fan on full blast

2. waking up in a cold sweat from some type of horrific nightmare and staring at the moon in the black night wishing you were right there next to me telling me it is all going to be okay even when I fear it won't be

3. jumping off of rocks into the river with a slight intention of never resurfacing only to realize how cold and dark it is at the bottom and I find myself reaching for the light and gasping for air
Alexis Martin May 2013
I got so sick of all the
force fed motivational *******
about how it all gets better
and that I'll be "normal" someday
with a little therapy and a lot of pills
****,
I didn't want to hear that
all I wanted was for someone
to ******* be honest with me
and tell me that it is okay
to want to die
-
570 · Jan 2014
plant vs. human
Alexis Martin Jan 2014
flowers are effortlessly beautiful in life
and they are effortlessly beautiful in death
(there are some mornings when I can't
even bring myself to look in the mirror)
-
563 · Aug 2012
sleepomnia
Alexis Martin Aug 2012
why is it so late
why am I still awake
why can't I stop my thoughts
dead in their tracks
and tuck them in to bed
like you used to do with me
maybe I would sleep better
if your voice wasn't in my head
-------
I can't even remember

what you smell like
                                            (lie)
what you sound like
                                            (lie)
what you taste like
                                            (lie)
what you feel like
                                      (biggest lie)
-------
I shouldn't keep doing this
wanting you
craving you
needing you
It is unhealthy for the both of us
and I am sorry
so
*******
sorry
-------
yeah yeah,
heard it all before
forgive and forget
just like we always did
funny how we never really got better
-------
we
will never get better
I will
and you will
but we,
we will not.
there is no we, no us
only me
only you.
558 · May 2013
I need a band-aid
Alexis Martin May 2013
you're like a scab
that I keep picking at
and refuse to let heal
even though it is
going to leave
a horrendous scar
-
555 · Aug 2012
Apollo Geeze.
Alexis Martin Aug 2012
forget
seems to be the only thing
we want
to do

but you see
why would I want to forget
all of the times
that I smiled
and you laughed
and I sang
and you slept
and I cried
and you kissed
and I ran
and you chased
and I fell
and you caught
and we danced
and we loved
and we grew
together.

because despite my biggest of efforts
I can not forget
the most beautiful of flowers.
551 · Jan 2013
1:22 pm 1/7/13
Alexis Martin Jan 2013
If I could have anything in the world
at this moment in time
it would be
your fingers
interlocking
with mine
-
550 · Sep 2016
9.11 (what a day, right?)
Alexis Martin Sep 2016
not everything is a big deal
just a little something I've been trying to remind myself of these days

I live in a very old house with yellow walls and tall ceilings and creaky doors
Every day I subconsciously make the same wrinkley dissatisfied face towards the smell of rotting peaches that line the walkway
The house is much prettier when everything is dead
I haven't made love in this house
though it's not to be said that love has been absent
In fact I have never loved anyone or anything more in any other house than in this old slanted set of walls
It was here that I began to fall in love with myself and with my life
It was here that recovery became more of a lifestyle and less of a chore
Now I here on my bed in my tiny room in my tiny old house with my tiny little puppy
thinking about all of the things that used to keep me up at night
and none of it matters anymore
because not everything is a big deal
-
550 · Jun 2015
Father's Day 2015
Alexis Martin Jun 2015
I paid for my father's day present with a twenty dollar bill that still had traces of ******* on it from the previous night's festivities

A pretty girl with blonde hair got a text from her dad while we were doing lines off of her phone (i love you angel, you make me so proud)

happy father's day to all the dads who have no idea what their children are actually up to
-
549 · Oct 2015
a lesson or an exception
Alexis Martin Oct 2015
I think that the hardest part of moving on is letting go
I used to believe that they were synonymous
boy, was I wrong
I've moved on plenty of times with plenty of people
but I never truly let go of him
I was afraid that if I loosened my grip and really let go,
I would never hold on to anyone again
(which I know now to be utterly false)
So, I again loved and lost and loved and lost
but now I am faced with the same familiar dilemma
of coordinating my demands with my extrinsic muscles
and unclenching my fists that I have so tightly latched onto you
(I just can't seem to let this one go)
-
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