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Dec 2014 · 494
break-up
tc Dec 2014
i pull her, inches towards me
closer, closer; i don't wanna breathe

and she struggles and her grasp loosens
and she's leaving now, and i'm in the same position

eyes to the floor, head bowed a little
trying not to cry from a heart so fickle
trying to muster a smile, but the tear, it trickles

"i love you" i whisper; she's gone and i'm too late
i hear her voice resound in my head; my shoulders are dead weight
her heart speaks a language only mine can translate

but it's foreign now, and my heart doesn't understand
she's changed and i've changed and i don't know her like the backs of my hands

and it's been three weeks now but the lump in my throat is still apparent
it's been five ******* weeks now but the world is still so transparent

why can i only see beauty when it's oozing out of her skin?
why can i only picture life without her as an odyssey of burden?

this is not an "i miss you" poem, even though i do
it isn't a plea or a beg or a self-piteous bunch of love spew

it's from one soul to the other
to one soul from a broken lover
(just to let you know) there will never be another
because there's no lightening without its thunder
20:20pm 17.12.2014
Nov 2014 · 724
ten thousand trees tall
tc Nov 2014
imagine if our eyes
reversed our lives
in slow motion;
endless sea sickness
drowning in your succulent ocean,
hoping for the potion
to lead this
sickeningly twisted
endless devotion
into an eternity of
relentless corrosion

imagine if clocks were non-existent
time was an abyss, limited yet distant;
home is where the heart is -
i'm homeless
and suffocating in
your ****** fluoresce

wallowing and distressed
hallucinating and possessed
homicide and loneliness

i feel vandalised
like a building, derelict
abandoned with flowers
growing faces like they're parodists
i blink and free fall;
i'm standing, five thousand trees tall
you're crawling, can barely muster a squall
and i'm soaring;
ten thousand trees tall
25/11 2338pm
Oct 2014 · 591
untitled 24/10
tc Oct 2014
i want to hold your hand through all the season changes; autumn to summer, making chains out of daises and i want you to know that love is probably my biggest fear
but you make me love with open arms
and as deep as outstretched oceans, grabbing hold of you with both palms and as violently as nuclear bomb explosions
i'll keep that fruitful heart of yours safe within my clutch because i know that mine is safe with you and your gentle benevolent touch

you make me remember why life is a joy rather than a burden and when my life draws its final curtains,
your face is the last i want to see
and i'm certain one day it'll all get a lot easier, the sky will be bluer and the breeze will be breezier,
and i'm certain until then we'll guide each other through because there's no one i'd rather be in life's ruthless grasp with than you

they say death is the only constant, i disagree

death is no match for you and me
Oct 2014 · 595
23.10.2014
tc Oct 2014
i've lived for eighteen years
some babies don't make it to eighteen minutes
and it's sad when you wish you were
the baby who didn't
the baby who didn't get to experience
life and what it's like to live
and your feeble attempt at living
is an accurate portrayal of what it means to
exist and it's sad when you wish you were
the baby who didn't make it to four-years-old
so you never experienced the joy
of a park on an early summers morning where
your only worry was how high you could
go and beating your best friend so you
could be "champion" and as you get older
you realise a champion is someone who
suffers but manages to maintain a healthy,
positive mindset and being a champion at
four-years-old means nothing when your
mere existence is an accurate portrait of
failure. people say nightmares scare you,
if so i'd class life as a nightmare. it's sad when
you wish you were the child who didn't make it
to junior school, when you wish that you didn't
make it to the high school prom because then
you'd never have to realise that no one
wants to hold your hand and slow dance with you
no one tells you you look beautiful in a dress
you paid too much for just to feel uncomfortable
for the entire night. it's sad when you get to
eighteen and you realise that there's so much
more to life but you don't want to be alive to
witness it and if a baby who didn't make it to
eighteen minutes can leave the world gracefully,
then so can you.
free written quickly. sorry it's awful
tc Oct 2014
there is one truth of which i'm incandescently certain and that's that nobody can take away a truth as it darkens, a galaxy in a glass; and the truth is that i'd be the only ***** donor in a charity just for you because signals and signs have showed me your soul and you're grander than celestial poles

if i didn't know any better i'd suggest you're the sun and i'm the solar system and i orbit around you and i'm not too sure about humans having wings but imagine:

a snowy cabin some place away from civilisation, you and i and wholehearted communication, you and i and books and fictional integration, you and i and mind blowing realisations, you and i and wings outstretched souring across nations

you are the sun and i am the solar system and although i orbit you i'm never allowed to brush the surface, i'm guessing it's for a purpose so i admire from afar, a gaze stretched over constellations and the sound of your voice bouncing off stars into my hemisphere of tangled webs and ripened tears, the echoing trailing behind merely a souvenir

there is one truth of which i'm incandescently certain and that's this:

the only reason my brain hasn't stopped my heart from beating is because the thoughts of you are giving it meaning and it's hard to breathe with these overwhelming feelings but i'm coping because the broken glass holding my galaxy is healing
tc Sep 2014
i was playing skindred and you were looking at me with an undeniable smirk and i pulled you closer, not with my hands but with my eyes and i can stay awake til 4am writing poetry for you

and i'd never sleep again to write poetry for you

and i'd never talk again so i could listen to all your words and all your stories

and i'd never walk again unless it meant beside you

and i'll never grasp anything tighter than i did you

and i'll never caress anything the way i did you because i'll never be within reach of something more precious

and i want to touch you, not even sexually, i just want to feel the hairs on your arms rise because of my fingertips

you are so pretty
i'd give my eyesight so that the images of you burned into my brain aren't ever replaced
tc Aug 2014
i never did listen to the first words you ever said to me, i was just fixated on your lips and i wish i could remember. i keep wracking my brain because maybe if i remember them we can start all over again and it wouldn’t be the way it is now. maybe if i remember our story retells and i can relive the last 2 years 3 months of my life with an embrace tighter than the moon’s gravitational pull of the tide.

i swear things were never meant to be this way, see, i went to a fortune teller and she said that i’d meet someone who dances with two left feet and you dance with two left feet and a walking stick; you’re not good, at all, but you tried for me and the fortune teller said that it was supposed to last so i’m not sure why i’m sat here in a pool of your love letters trying to find hints of what went wrong. i’m looking for grazes, cuts, scratches, molehills.

i always got told you weren’t good for me anyway and it’s probably better that it happened like this and we’re only young and there’s so many more people in the world i’ve yet to meet but i don’t want to meet people if every trait they possess isn’t yours and i don’t want to meet people if their hair doesn’t fall the same way and i don’t want to meet people whose front tooth doesn’t cower in slightly and i don’t want to meet people if their favourite food is noodles when you hated noodles.

you were good for me because you made me think and i thought about construction and how things are built and how a fire can burn it to the ground because nothing is more powerful than nature itself. i think maybe we were a house but i keep hoping we’re fire and i’ll set fire to the thorns stabbing my heart and it’ll all be on fire everything will be on fire and it’ll be dangerous and exciting, like you and it most likely won’t be good for me but at least it’ll be ******* pretty. i want to hold your hand as my heart bolts out of my chest and melts into a drain outside your house.
tc Aug 2014
there are some things
i’d never admit:
like the fact that
i can’t watch
american horror
story
without feeling
my heart twitch
it’s like a scene plays
over again in my
head, remember?
we were laying
legs intertwined
peaceful on your bed
and i just recall
you taking your
fingers and running
them up my leg
and you gazed at me
(almost longingly)
and you told me
i am beautiful
and no other moments
could compare;
you trailed your
finger over my lips
past my cheek and
combed it
through my hair

i’d never admit that
i could’ve *******
sobbed at the
happiness you gave
me right then
and i felt like i
could have jumped
off a building and
landed again
and again
and you know
that time i told
you i just wanted
to be able to fly?
you’d be the wind
beneath my body
that kept me afloat
and i’d stream past
the clouds like birds
skim lake water and
wow,
you led me like
a pig to slaughter
and the sad thing is
i’d still forgive you
without a second
thought and that’s
what kills me, beats
my insides brutally;
you can stamp on
my skull, crush it
in half yet i’d
welcome you back
with open arms
you’d do it again
and that’s the
bittersweet truth
but honestly
i’d rather that
than lose you
have you gone
for good
you’re the best
and worst parts
of my youth
and i want you
to be the best
and worst parts
of my old age
too
i love you
i hate you
but mostly,
i just want you
tc Aug 2014
your love makes me want to eat my own flesh because i can't wash your fingerprints off my skin

i would've done anything for you
and i was like that jacket i bought for you
that you hung up and never wore again

you can't create a graveyard in my memories and not expect the biggest, boldest headstone and i'd rather chisel my eyes out than see your crooked teeth glaring at me and you know what? i'd wrap them in exquisite packaging and address it to you sincerely with a note attached that read "enclosed are all the visions i ever had of you and i"

i'd be like vincent van gogh
he had the right idea
tc Aug 2014
i don't need you
here to memorise
your eyes
they are my
most precious
painting etched
into my sight
i don't need
the world;
i don't want it,
truly
just give me your
silent words at night
and your
morning hair,
unruly
two people connected
by an ethereal bond
if you were lyrics,
you'd be the most
beautiful song
Aug 2014 · 828
liFe
tc Aug 2014
there are rainbows and trenches
deep under ground; circles and
triangles and cacophonous sounds
there are stars and supernovas
and lovers at night, there's an
opaque barrier of which deflects
your misguided light. there are
satellites and sea turtles and
caterpillars in their cocoons, there
are butterflies and melodies sung
melancholy and out-of-tune
there are eyes and collarbones,
the arch of your back, too, there
are daffodils in your garden and
untied shoes. there are wishes
and wonders and a sea as grand
as the sky, there are gallivanting
fish whilst eagles dance mid-flight.
there's me there's you there's 7
billion others; there's a world
hellbent on destroying one another
there's war and destruction and
death uncomfortably close and
sometimes among it all, we forget
we're a rock mid-float. there's
life and there's breath and two
lips in sync, there's romance with
love letters written in ink; what's
important in life is living it
marvellously, take a second to
smile at the people you see,
a moment to give to the less
fortunate, generously. one life
to live and one heart to maintain,
a kindness to give and a world
to sustain. if we weren't so busy
breeding hate, we'd walk hand
in hand towards the horizon, and
create our own tumultuous fate.
Aug 2014 · 909
is love lust (lust love is)
tc Aug 2014
i think the word noxious was invented for you, then again,
maybe it was invented for us two and we keep building bridges
and i think we do it just to watch them burn

i’m becoming used to it, the smell of smoke injecting my lungs
and i’m fighting with you just to see how much you care,
i’m fighting with blood chasing adrenaline in my veins and
nonchalance as sickening as this polluted air

i clench my fists with the same force as gravity;
you’re the only person who clouds my sanity

did i ever tell you your face makes me sick?
i can feel the ***** rise in my chest every time the candle
in your eyes bellows a flick and i never did like the way you
wash my name around your mouth, it’s like i’m something
in your teeth, a pungent berry who didn’t deserve to be picked

trace your tongue along my skin like you’re finding the perfect
place to bite, i’ll hold your hand against my body, tight, the way you like

did i ever tell you that i don’t like your voice?
it makes me want to rip out my ear canal and
suffocate you with your words, just out of spite

all those times i called you handsome, i said it
through gritted teeth; you’re only handsome with your hands all over me

i hate you with a passion that burns hotter than the sun
but i love you like an alcoholic loves *****, gin and ***

i’ve just burnt another bridge we’ve built down to ashes on the ground, though there’s a bedroom upstairs
and we have all the time in the world to ourselves
when you hate someone but want them so badly at the same time
Aug 2014 · 611
contrast
tc Aug 2014
when i was a little girl i didn’t have dreams
of living in a house with a white picket fence,
or marrying a prince who rescued me from
my abysmal reality; i didn’t want to depend
on someone to save me and i never really
liked the colour pink so when my mum painted
my room pink and purple with love hearts all
over the walls i spent my nights scratching at it
with half-bitten nails

as i grew older i asked my mum how you know
when you’re in love and she told me there was
no better way to describe it than: “you just know”
i’d painted my room black and white by this point
because i believed it was an accurate portrayal of
what was going on internally and i remember
getting my knees muddy as a kid and as i got
older and i’d met you, i remember thinking that
you were like the grazes on my knees except
more painful and the one thing i never asked
my mum was what it’s like to fall out of love or
get your heart broken

but i just knew

and it’s weird how as a kid i never wanted to
be saved but i believed you could save me and
now i’m drawing love hearts all over the walls
and scratching them on my skin at night and
i want a white picket fence surrounding a house
built for me and you and you rescued me from
my abysmal reality. you’re not a prince but you’re
the next closest thing and i’ve got grazes on my
knees again and they’re reminding me of you
growing up is mean
Aug 2014 · 1.4k
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tc Aug 2014
i remember that
game of dominoes
we played at your
grandma’s house
and your grandad
made us tea and
we ate your favourite
biscuits and all i
can recall is the way
you whispered
“i’m so glad you’re here”
over the table and
we were supposed to
be that couple who
were eighty playing
dominoes with our
grandson and his
new girlfriend he’d
brought home and
they’d drink tea and
she’d eat his favourite
biscuits and their
love would be like
déjà vu and his
whispers would bounce
to her over the table

is there a secret
to making a love
as strong as i believed
ours was, last?

maybe i should have
asked your grandparents
Aug 2014 · 964
20:50pm
tc Aug 2014
it doesn't hurt to be in love with you anymore; i am merely numb
i've hidden fragments of you in separate stores in my mind
and they jump out like grasshoppers
sometimes one at a time
sometimes all at once
and i receive this unbearable desire to smoke the traces of you into every other ***** so they can experience what it's like to constantly want to jump out of my skin to get rid of you
Aug 2014 · 372
inbetween
tc Aug 2014
i've been drinking a lot these days to try and flush out the part of you that's left inside of me

it's not that i don't want you there

it's just that having you there is making my heart itch and no matter how much i try to scratch it, it doesn't go away

i guess i'm hoping that drinking will numb the burning sensation but when it's 3:01am and all i can think of is you, nothing could comfort me quite like your presence

love is as indescribable as your beauty and misery is deep-rooted in your system and like the essence of you pumping through my veins, it just doesn't go away

and i guess i get you because love is hard and if only i could spark and ignite a fire inside your lungs and smoke would convulse out of your mouth in the shape of a heart and you'd never have to say "i love you" because it'd have said it all

if only i could show you that there's no one on this earth who deserves to experience love more than you; i'd paint it in tiny brushstrokes in your eyes so you could see the rawness and fragility

it's a bit like a flower; it grows stronger the more you nurture it but you have to plant it and give it a chance to bud

death is the only thing that lasts, it's the only constant and when time is gone i want you to be my only constant

take everything from me and envelope me with an insanity that feasts off the warmth of your fingertips and the proximity of your lips to mine

you're a leech and you've ****** everything out of me and i feel myself thriving off the thoughts of you floating like sailboats in my mind

i wish there was a tsunami to get rid of you

i wish there was a cure for this sea sickness i feel at the mention of your name

if there was i'm convinced i'd take it but i've never heard a more mellifluous sound

you're a spiral and i'm a circle and we were never meant to fit together but for two shapes so opposite, we've never worked so well

and now i'm drowning again (drinking and drowning)

leave soon,
i can't get used to this itch
for the people who are in the limbo stage of love and heartbreak. it gets better, i promise
Jul 2014 · 1.1k
heart
tc Jul 2014
there is a        train track
 running thro  ugh my veins
  and you’re on a journey with a
  one-way ticket to my heart;
  once you reach it, i’m ne
 ver letting you go, ev
  en if you venture h
    ome, your essen
    ce will linger
    beneath my
    skin

    but

i’m okay with that, because i’d rather the traces of you be buried in my molecules than anyone else
Jul 2014 · 692
02:29am
tc Jul 2014
kiss me goodnight
for i want to hold your hand like gravity holds my feet on the gr
i want to worship your body like i've been waiting a thousand years just to be in the same bed as you
i promise
i'll sew my lips shut so i can't confess my love for the hundreth time
but i'll say it ninety nine times whilst i still can
i love you
they say perfection doesn't exist, but they haven't met you
tc Jul 2014
i want to make you melt in my memories so i can rebuild you out of wax and keep you because if you leave i don't think i'll be able to cope

i'd be a river running dry as the sun's soaked up every last drop of me and the mountain that allows my mind to remain in the clouds will collapse and an anchor will attach itself to my limbs dragging me down to a bed of self-pity and hopelessness and your medusa heart will turn everything i love into stone (including mine) because it'll no longer belong to me

all i want is for you to be as happy as you make me and if i can do that everything i was put on this earth for will have been fulfilled and i want to see you smile like your lips are gonna split open if you stretch them any further and i want your laugh to bellow out of you like you're choking up your sense of humour and i want those starry eyes to glisten like they're the only universe i want to get lost in

because i hadn't witnessed beauty before i looked at you and now i can't stop

i want to take your hand and lead you to the place i went to when i first realised i was falling in love because it's a waterfall and with every gush of water my veins burst into song and they were singing your name over and over again and i didn't have butterflies in my stomach i had wasps and scorpions that injected me with the image of your face so it's all my brain could project

all i can do is imagine a world with you where silhouettes of all the people surrounding us graze the sidewalks as a reminder that we aren't alone but alone with you i am and you're all i can focus on and i've never been happier
Jul 2014 · 1.5k
you're more than you know
tc Jul 2014
she sits alone gazing out into the distance
her feet dangling in the water, she questions her existence
and the clouds look like they could fall out of the sky and engulf her;
she says she's not afraid to die
she's afraid of being average but the beauty of her mind betrays this
and she doesn't want to be a burden
a waste
the tears falling from her eyes are smudging the freckles on her face

whilst she sits alone, she plays with her hands
she doesn't mean to cry as her lungs expand and the simple epiphany
that her body is doing all it can to maintain her life
provides a profound ability to view the world differently
she realises she'll never get to live it twice
and she picks up two daisies
one in each hand
and all that's in front of her now is outstretched land
all the while, her tears were drying and with them the sadness subsided
she smiles and is grateful for the time she gets
to witness the world's chaos and madness colliding -
she'd rather be a part of it and watch the sun rise each morning
than let it all go and never see a new day dawning

the stars may implode sometimes and even the sky sheds it's tears
but those stars were full of particles essential for new life
and that sky is home to the rainbow,
awe rife at the sight
every individual has their fears, regrets and may become disheartened or depressed
but we're all on this rock together and no one's alone in their distress

sometimes you have to hold your own hand to make it through
you're strong, you can do this, i believe in you
Jul 2014 · 1.5k
last on the list
Jul 2014 · 1.3k
#25
tc Jul 2014
#25
you draw
out the
impurities in
my skin -
i'm glowing
because of
you and
i've never
been given a
better reason
to smile
Jul 2014 · 774
writing 101
tc Jul 2014
write when your heart is on fire and your lungs can no longer contain the breath they inhale

write until your wrist, palms and fingertips are bleeding and your mouth is numb with thirst

write because there's so much for your soul to say and you're trying to cram it all into one lifetime

write for me, for yourself, for a lover, for a friend

just always continue to write
Jul 2014 · 1.1k
#24
tc Jul 2014
#24
the ripples of smoke emanating from your cherry kissed lips make me want to become a smoker (will it look that beautiful in my lungs?)

and you appear like dew in the morning when your eyes are bloodshot from lack of sleep (you still look handsome as ever, though)

your gravity is pulling on my bones and i can't find a more perfect shade of blue than in your eyes

it's like i'm underwater (my breathing has never been so still) and you make even drowning seem peaceful

i can't let go of your spirit but merely accept it's presence in my veins

you're bruising my bloodstream, but i want you to stay
Jul 2014 · 885
grvyrd
tc Jul 2014
there's a graveyard in her heart and a headstone dedicated to you;
you're not dead to her
but she'd rather keep you buried
because the pain of keeping you alive inside her
is like a thousand and one thorns dragging your name across her skin.
Jul 2014 · 463
monday, july 14th
tc Jul 2014
I:
i carve your name on my eyelids so that when i blink the whole world can see i'm in love

II:
i'm not made of graceful epiphanies and i don't have daisies growing beneath my feet to make the walk on life's gravel more bearable

III:
i cannot contain the endorphins in my brain and i'd hiccup my pulse for a chance to see your freckles on my pillowcase

IV:
your love makes me sick and i'd puke the butterflies out of my stomach if it'd set you free

V:
the palms of your hands have been grazed by lips and my own are envious for they haven't even caught a glimpse
Jul 2014 · 423
13 07 '14
tc Jul 2014
i look at you like the clouds kiss the sun and i'm the telescope that you gaze right through to see a greater beauty

i'm sorry i'm not the girl with the hair cascading down her back who's eyes shine brighter than every street light you kiss her under

i'm trying to fit your ideal of perfection but my skin is just a shade too ashy and my touch hasn't found the right balance to make your skin crawl with goosebumps

but imagine a glass house erupting in an explosion, that's my heart without your fingertips caressing my insides but i'd pick every piece of glass up and put it back together again if it meant i'd get to see the beauty of your destruction twice over
tc Jul 2014
4:04am:
the scent of your skin lingers on my bed sheets and i never want you to leave

carry me on your shoulders and we'll build our own village beside the sea

we'll submerge ourselves in everything we love (i'll submerge myself in you) and i want your chest to open up and engulf me because burying myself in you isn't enough when i can still breathe; you're an abyss and i want to succumb to you, be enthralled by you and dance with rainbows pouring out of my fists on your heart
Jul 2014 · 457
you/me/us/we
tc Jul 2014
sit with me and feel the rhythm of our pulses dancing together

the beating of our synchronised hearts will cause every bud to blossom
and the leaves will stand on their heads
and every bark on every tree will grow goosebumps

you give me goosebumps
and all i want is for you to absorb all the love i had stored for the rainclouds in your mind so that your internal thunderstorm is whisked away like lava and melted to ashes

your skeleton reminds me of keyholes and i'm struggling to find a key that fits;
i am hoping if i break every bone in my body one is bound to lace with yours
and become trapped like my eyes on your lips

see,
it's easy to reminisce about life and death
but without you there is no life
only a meandering soul captured in a glass jar floating down the river of your veins
Jul 2014 · 1.7k
cold
tc Jul 2014
blue is the coldest colour;
wrap me up in a room of white
and colour me in blue

paint me
&
smear me
all over the walls
until no more white can seep through
Jul 2014 · 421
11th july 2014
tc Jul 2014
hold on (to me)
my breath is shaking

lay down (beside me)
i need to feel you here

tell me (you'll be happy without me)
you love me,
because i love you

let go (of your feelings)
but hold on tight enough to feel my lungs exhale

i love (you)
your dry sense of humour
your mellow snore at 4am
your crooked smile
your raspy voice in the mornings

do you (love me still?)
still wear your shirt unbuttoned at the top
still gaze at stars wishing you were one
still sit in the garden reading stephen king and glare at flowers that are too easily swayed by the wind

i'm (sad; stupid; alone)
yours

you're (enchanting; wonderful; divine)
not mine (not anymore)
tc Jul 2014
the stars imploding in your eyes made me want to become an astronaut and the fire blazing in your heart made me a pyromaniac; it wasn’t just the light it embedded in your veins it was the way every expression burst out of you

your love of the sea made me want to become a boat driver so i could float through your seabed of flowers and plant a tree there that would eventually grow to surpass the sea every time you thought of me

your willingness to escape made me want to become a pilot, i’d fly you away from all the troubles burning holes in your skull and hope that the scar tissue that sealed them together again was because my fingertips had roamed your body and taught you how to be peaceful with an existence you barely understand

your breath shook my lungs like an earthquake and if there were traces of you in cigarettes i’d smoke them all

your body is a souvenir of the mountains you’ve climbed and the forests you’ve camped in and the coffee you drink at 7am every morning and your heart is a souvenir to remind you how not to be a robot although sometimes it feels easier that way and your mind is a souvenir of them both and i treasure the thoughts that never managed to surface on your lips because i know you tried your hardest and i know “i love you too” would’ve been one of them
Jul 2014 · 3.2k
gasping for air
tc Jul 2014
gasping for air
and a life source that
doesn’t include
you
why are you
the reason
i breathe
the air around
me?

is that why
my lungs
feel like
they’re about
to
explode?

because you’re toxic
poisonous
nothing but
venom on
your tongue

i gave you kisses
you gave me hope
i gave you my life
you grated my soul
i collected my
tears in a jar
for you
you gave me distaste;

you
gave me away

gasping for air
from someone who
knows not how to
love
anyone besides
themselves
is like gasping
for air in
the universe
Jul 2014 · 289
untitled
tc Jul 2014
i wash your fingerprints off my body and brush the secrets off my teeth

for every thought in my mind of you is paired with the sound of your
breath and i’m not sure how to deal with a love that lights me up like wildfire

the ringing in my ears is the only sound in a world basking in silence and i wish it was your voice, because lying here alone has never felt more lonely

and all i need is that electricity from your heart manifesting in mine enabling the current from yours to flow through and our two hearts to beat with the same rhythm and the gentle thud of your pulse against your neck reminds me that you’re alive and i thank you for being the reason my pulse is thudding against my neck right now

and you may not know this but your eyes are my favourite colour and if only i could wake up to their greeting every morning

but for now i’ll sleep and hope for your presence in my dreams, because no matter how far apart we are, you’re always here with me
Jun 2014 · 690
scar
tc Jun 2014
the scar on the corner of your eye
you said “the pain in my heart will fade once i die”
and i’d never seen a grown man cry
but you came to me; you sat and you felt
there was silence in the moment
your suffering the equivalent to hell

and i wish i could have told you how handsome you looked
i wish i could have held you tighter, closer
like you do with your books

and i wish i could have kissed you
maybe once or twice, so you knew the
connection between two hearts that collide

and i wish i could have told you how much i love your smile
and how i wish you showed it more because it glistens;

a million and one stars on the surface of your lips

i wish i could have taken your hand
traced your fingertips with mine
told you that i’m happy you’re here
and i don’t know what i’d do if you’re gone

the scar on the corner of your eye
the pain in your heart, faded; goodbye
Jun 2014 · 4.2k
trust
tc Jun 2014
the sun beams out of every single one of your pores
and i’ve never seen a smile quite as convincing as yours
but one day the pictures painted in your eyes will crack;
maybe stumble and fall and i’ve never seen a face as sincere
and pure. the world is your oyster, your catfish and squid
and your delicate soul is a masterpiece, it is.

i don’t wanna see your veins blow up in your wrist
or your hand pulling your hair out, tainted with fear
your life isn’t a movie it’s a merry-go-round and the
sickness you feel will one day die down, just hold on
to hope because it’s all we have left, hold on to my
jacket, my sweater, my vest.

i’m not a prophet nor a saint, not an angel at all
i’m merely a souvenir of disjointed, brooding thoughts
but you’re captivating and like a gust of wind, i’ll
hold your hand and take care of the strings that
are attached to you, like a puppet of beauty, don’t
let your heartache deface your sanity
because i know you’re tired
and aching
and scared
but take my hand, hold it tight and walk with me
into candlelight.

— The End —