every time I grow ashamed of who I am,
I try to fall in love again.
as if a new beginning with a matching face
could erase all the pain from my past.

11.7.15

here's a confession-
words hidden deep behind a facade of depression:

you can't save me.

but here's a clue-
incase you feel obligated from what you put me through:

you can't play God with everyone's feelings.

10.4.15

you watch me like a flame.
closely; so intensely I forget my shame.
you bring me out of myself and into the light,
but I run from your dark spots, prepared for a fight.  

cause in reality, you're not an angel,
and I'm not the messenger that I want to be.
in actuality, this is more painful,
a little more sinful than I used to be.

it's like I'm hiding from myself, so unsure
of what I'm feeling; I can't breathe anymore.
let the pressure build me up and my conscience weigh me down-
I'm crashing.

10.4.15

keep swinging, Love.
your left hook may bruise me, but your jabs keep me alive.

in the wee hours of: 4.27.15

I always wash my sheets clean of you, then beg for you to sleep over.

4.15.15

you could build a castle with all of my broken pieces,
for you are a king and I am nothing but a peasant
drunk on the thought of being your queen.

4.7.15

All we will ever be are two lonely souls dancing across the room from each other.

3.31.15