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gray Feb 2019
cold mournings and mild afternoons
sultry smiles and over saturated perfume
happy birthdays and midnight grief
causing a fight and grinding teeth
the weight of my soul
telling me of what i once believed
days that lasted too long
the highs during all lows
this type of aging doesn't show
the slow stretch of a timeline
the remodeling of a mind
my body almost feels like mine
growing and learning is the bravest thing a person can do. i believe in you. you can get better
gray Feb 2019
i havent stopped crying since 9pm on that sunday
my eyes are raw and heavy and my hand is still bruised from unresolved anger issues
i can't remove the reason why because it's all around me
music whispers your name between lines
the breeze carries your soft hands over my skin
and every once in awhile a stranger will smell like you
but it's not you
and it won't be for awhile
until the day comes that i can kiss you and not sink into the ground
i will be sitting at the same beach that you told me you loved me
waiting for the tide to come in
and you with it
not the best maybe not the worst
gray Feb 2019
i bruised my hand tonight

i cried through every letter of your name

i held your pieces together but let mine fall

tonight i kissed you-
and let you go
gray Feb 2019
she lived through him-
while not knowing more
short and sweet
gray Feb 2019
we must give when we must take
but taking is our learned trait
to exist we have to destroy
but the rate you destroy is no longer okay
you take and take
hoarding the world
holding our fate
the universe isn't ours to change
it will change you-
make you-
and break you
but we cannot do the same
please slow your step
and take a breath
there is a place for you to rest
this is the only world we have so why ruin for our own pleasure
gray Feb 2019
They give me a reason to breath
The liquor i bleed is the manifestation of the countless nights i couldn't leave
My honor is the night sky i share with you
The stars we all whisper to know your names more than the moon
Because when my arteries throb and my lungs burn
You bury my head in the sand for protection and hand me the earth
So when i tell my words to come softly
it's because i need them to be heard
by the people i'm living for -
the ones i can't hurt
i'm tired of writing about forgotten love so this is for the real love of friendship
gray Feb 2019
I'll scrawl pages of your name
because every way the letters turn make my eyes burn
The night you told me i was your favorite slur
My name has turned into something i never want my children to learn
Sweet salt drips from your lips
You speak in compliments and quotes
A personality made from mistakes
I keep giving and you always take
But never more than you need
a feeling of everlasting trust
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