April

April Jun 2014

Darkness

each night
it gets later and later
or maybe earlier and earlier
until
i let myself fall asleep

i like to believe I'm busy
reading stories to inspire my own creation

but i know
and anyone who knew me would know
i don't go to sleep early
because the longer i sit alone
succumb to the darkness around me
the more i feel like
Ive found
just what i deserve

April Jun 2014

1 year ago

you watched me
you knew my habits
you knew my fears
and now you're gone
not a phone call in nine months
only saw your face barely passing by
you're gone

but you're here more than ever
in the late summer nights
last one awake
i remember
you're by the television
you're fading each night more and more

i should have known you wouldn't last
i just never thought
at the highest peak
taking
and
pushing
us
down
would be your escape

what hurts the most is when someone does something unforgivable and everything and everyone tells you to hate them... but no matter what you can't hate them.

April Jun 2014

leave me for the better

i rather fall asleep alone
then with you by my side
knowing
you feel
different than
the way I do

im okay
stuck
but okay

grab
what you can while
the lights still shine on you
please

April Jun 2014

I'm waiting

I'm waiting for that person
who they claim will take all my fears away
wrapped in their embrace
what does the ground feel like I'll say
i wont remember those times
level with the dirt

but

i don't agree
these theories need to face reality
for not a soul should change themselves for me
think of thyself before the one they meet
surely little old me
would only leave a scratch on their pure skin
not a chill
portrayed by the famous
in those fictional movies

April Jun 2014

Won't stay one

Not even rope
could tie us together
the touch of our skin
won't stick
wont stay together
everything I am
everything I can be
doesn't
connect
with
who you are

please vision
everything you can be
without
me

April Jun 2014

Untitled

none of it was art
it was complicated
it deserved to be like the crinkled sheets of paper on the ground
it was a waste

they found it
torn and shredded to tiny pieces
they would take hours to make it uncomplicated
and when they did
it would be a work of art
they knew

April Jun 2014

Buried Inside

sometimes I feel
so deeply that
the simple glance my way
my eyes will tear you apart
and if you dare
speak to me
i'm afraid
nothing but hate will
swirl around you
push you to your knees
bury you beneath

none of that happens
why
i am to weak
the pain deep inside me
never will you see