Dustyn Smith

Dustyn Smith May 2014

Gone

There's blood in my mouth
And cracks on my lips
Bleeding and chapped
Where you used to kiss

There's smoke in my lungs
A cigarette in my hand
A burn on this couch
Where you used to sit

A work in progress

Dustyn Smith Feb 2014

Remember Me

Don't hate me for what I've done
Please don't remember me this way
Think of me as I once was
When there was hope for brighter day
During times when we would smile
And they would not fade
I hope it was worth your while
I'm sorry that I cannot stay
Believe me I have tried my best
But please don't remember me this way
And don't forget me like all the rest

Remember me for the good times we had
The laughs we shared along the way
Think more of the good times than the bad
In your heart I'll forever stay
Smile for me and shed no more tears
It was time for me to go away
There is nothing more for you to fear
I'll be watching over you always
Believe me as I tell you the truth
I am in a much better place
And I will always remember you

Dustyn Smith Jan 2014

Waiting for a Call

I'll call you at a quarter to eight
Last time you said by nine
Now I've stayed up far to late
Maybe I should take this as a sign

Dustyn Smith Jan 2014

The Five Senses

I smell of smoke on your breath
And taste blood on your lips
Feeling the roughness of your hands
Seeing the pain in your eyes
I hear the coarseness of your breathing

I pop a breath mint
And wipe my mouth
Smooth on some lotion
Faking a smile
*In and out; I count my breaths

Dustyn Smith Dec 2013

Then and Now

You used to give me butterflies
  Now you give me anxiety

I used to smile just thinking about you
  Now it fills me with anger

You used to make me cry with joy
  Now they're just tears of sadness

You used to be my reason to stay strong
  Now you're the reason I relapse

I used to imagine a bright future
  Now all seems dark

You used to be the calming voice inside my head
  Now its the one that screams that loudest

You used to always make me feel better
  Now you're why I hurt so bad

You mended my heart and made me feel whole
  Now you've broken it and left me in pieces

I used to write love poems about you
  *Now the only ones I could write are of pain

Dustyn Smith Dec 2013

Flames

I held my skin
Over the flame
At first I flinched
I pulled back and away
Now I delight in the heat
And welcome the pain

Dustyn Smith Dec 2013

I Still Want to be Friends

Cliches are bad enough
As it is
Used far too often
In bad situations
But I think by far
The worst of all
Is after someone rips
Your heart out
And leaves you to die
They smile sweetly
And say
I still want to be friends