Broadsky Jun 2016

Don't text him, don't cave.
You've made him believe you're gone, don't prove yourself wrong.
Don't prove that you can't handle being away from him.
I caved...
I am weak.

I am pushed, pushed, pushed away... and I keep coming back.
Broadsky May 2016

Under the bridge is your favorite red hot chili peppers song.
You hurt your head skating the other day.
You kissed a girl and she didn't call you back.
You smoke Marlboro reds like they're good for you.
You drink beer like it's water.
You drink water like it's liquor.
Your cigarette burns will go unnoticed by the new girl you're talking to.
You flash a smile and my stomach drops.

You broke me in two and it seems I've still not had enough.
  Apr 2016 Broadsky
Becca Saltzman

Can I just wing my life
Like I do with my eye liner?

Make a mistake
And remove it with a cloth of water?

And start over
When it doesn't come out how I want?

  Apr 2016 Broadsky
Wyatt R

Your eyes, my eyes.
My face sees your face.
My cheeks turn red
and I look away.
Stupid, stupid feelings.
I don't even know you.
Why is it like this?

Your eyes, my eyes.
My face sees your face.
Pretending I'm not here,
there's no trace.
Stupid, stupid me.
I don't even know what to do.
When did ever it get like this?

Your eyes, my eyes.
My face sees your face.
My cheeks turn red
and I look away.
I look away.

Broadsky Apr 2016

I am losing my best friend.
I am being ignored.
"There is nothing that can come between us, we're sisters for life."
There was no blood oath, there was no written promises
Just words
Weightless feathers floating through the air
I am trying to figure out the problem and it seems I cannot.
You've been speaking to me with your salon client voice and it cuts deeper than you know.
If I have lost you know that I love you and I never wanted our sisterhood to end.

My best friend Hannah, a chameleon soul, a talented hairdresser, seems to not want to have me around anymore. I cannot explain the amount of turmoil my heart is feeling. She is engaged and I was supposed to be her maid of honor. So long dream.
Broadsky Apr 2016

My new lover lives on his own with his best friend and his love.
"All adults here" we say, then why do I feel as if I'm 10 years old again on the playground feeling the cruel rejection from my classmates.
I am unwanted in this apartment by my lovers closest friend and his girl.
My lover begs for me to lay next to him and sleep, but I cannot when I feel this hatred in my sleep.
His best friend just asked to speak to him privately.
They're outside smoking a cigarette.
And I'm in our room, trying to calm my jumping nerves.

I feel so many things at the moment.
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