i'm sorry my hands don't shake the way you expect them too i'm to busy trying to collect the ocean to have a weak grasp on you and i'm sorry that i can't build a road back to you the gravel in my throat has turned into lava and there's not enough dust on the walls to turn that lava into glue and i'm sorry that when i step on glass i cry out for you although i'm pretty sure you were the one who wasn't able to split this wine bottle into two but the shards remind me of you and i'm pretty sure somewhere in this apology i said that i'm sorry for loving you

a vine suffocates a tree
wrapped around it screaming
PLEASE!
don't leave me

dear god, please don't leave me

the tree goes limp
and its bark starts to crack
as the vine tightens her grip
till her veins turn black

why won't you stay? why are you leaving me?

the vine must not falter
for if she does
the tree will grow strong and
leave her in the dust

don't go don't leave me please don't leave me

but as the tree chokes,
it thrashes her off
and down will come baby,
cradle and all.

"So I'll probably **** myself,"
I said to you,
"But not until I'm 21 and can stain my lips red
And drink for real
And get so drunk I'll dance right off a cliff.
The rocks at the bottom will hug me so tight I'll split right open.
And then I'll never be able to hide any of it
It'll all be there for you to see.
Bleeding out."
You looked at me and all you said was
"Okay."

Im having the worst day of my ******* life.
No lie.
I sliced my hand open
I threw away about 30 bucks
Im ******* worn out already
Im *****
I tripped 4 times today
And i have a ******* headache.
I cant think straight.
What i need
Is a monster
A popsicle
And a ******* hug

Listen carefully
The sound of the silence
Dropped from the universe of hope.

Listen carefully
The voice of your deepest thought
The wind rolling over your arm
The smell of memories!

It's the call of awakeness
The touch of clearness

Turn yourself around
Feel the infinity of your being
Feel the energy of your energy
Touch the air with your lips
Kiss me with the waves of silent moves
I will feel it...

Can you feel it?
Listen...
The beauty of your existence
The brightness of your tears
The sounds of your smile

Take your love,your fear
Take your good and bad,
take it under your arms
And walk like you never had before.

M.T. 2016.

It has been 217 days since you decided to leave but why is it that I can still feel you pulling me into your arms every other night?

I have been rubbing the walls of my bedroom with sandpaper, hoping it could remove any traces of you that are left...
I did the same thing to my skin

Everytime someone asks me when will I see someone new I try my hardest to hold my breath, resisting from answering

"My heart"
Sigh
*"He still has my heart"

What will break my heart more
a sledge hammer
Or
*your words