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Aquinas Aug 2014
I tell myself it's all just gravity
That pounds and weight are only my dreams
But the lines and the curves
The shape of my face
The chubby waist no one wants to embrace
Everyone says it's just in my head
So all I do is blame gravity instead
Aquinas Aug 2014
I still feel your fingers on my veins
I prayed to God (for once) that you'd stay
But you stayed in a way that I can't deny
Burns my core thoroughly every night
                                                                    
I miss how you ****** the oxygen from my lungs
And traveled up and down my frame
With the map of your eyes and explorer of a hand
I forget, sometimes, you're the reason I'm not the same
Aquinas Aug 2014
You are not God but play Him so well
I'll be Jesus if it suits your will
You sacrifice me to save my people
You're only saving your personal steeple

I'll die on a cross for you
You won't lift a nail
But if you are not God, then who?
Your mission will surely fail

As I thought to myself
In her silver chariot
Gazing at the sun between the giants
I recall saying, “I am free from God.”
I wrote this and "home" awhile ago, I still feel that they're relevant today
Aquinas Aug 2014
This house is filled with faces
Ones that I cannot stand
They rule the roost in places
Under beds holding hands

Like children with scissors tall
Running in hopes
That the blades will fall
Around necks like ropes

This house is filled with faces
I feel compressed, congested
My ears are filled with your disgust
My heart rusted without your love
But I hope one day when you're gone
They won't find what you did to me

No clues, no traces
Aquinas Aug 2014
I want to be fluent in your body language
I'm craving to speak the words of your fingers but I'm running out of
time
I need to know all the adverbs and adjectives that describe your ******
features
Tell me, please, the nouns you like to be
called
When your chest is against
mine
I'm scared of the verbs you'll do to
me
But I'm infatuated with your invisible
lust
So it excuses all your grammatical
crimes
Thank you all so much for getting this trending! I'm really very surprised and happy!
Aquinas Aug 2014
I asked myself today why I still get upset when thinking of you and it's because your poison still lingers in my lungs
Aquinas Aug 2014
Your veins stick out of your arms like needles
They pierce my eyes with tints of blue and green scattered across their lengths
Underneath is purple and red, a color we've all seen too many times
"But it's okay!" I try to say

Yet your veins keep pushing me away

Lines above and under lines form a pathway to your palms
Can my fingers climb that ladder and cling to the warmth of your hand?
"I love you." You say quite bland

Yet your veins keep choking me today
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