I miss my stupid perfect girlfriend.

With her stupid cute face.

With her stupid nice smile

that makes the pain erase.


And I miss her stupid lovely eyes,

so stupid pretty brown.

And I know I’m stupid in love with her

because for some reason,

when she’s feeling stupid or unpretty

I feel ****** and down.


I miss her stupid laugh

full of joy and wonder.

And I miss how she doesn’t make me feel stupid, at all

And how she makes my heart feel like thunder


And I wish I was with her right now

I wish we could be stupid together

But I’ll give up a few stupid days

In exchange for being stupid forever.

I lived in a house on the hill of my thoughts; a broken home with parents with halted hearts
My blood was young but my mind so old; my body tattered but never my soul
I met her in the valley of my dying dreams,
radiant with romance running in her ravenous veins
Relating her prose to carnivorous crows;
she was as disparate as me with as many internal foes
On the grass we kissed with an appetite,
she tasted of salt water, but drowning never felt so right
I didn’t know how to swim, but for her I would dive
I had never met anyone who made me feel so alive
Soon by noon I went home, after we grew weary
I don’t know where she went, but I hope it was somewhere near me

Leaving kind eyes for bright lights; a place to live without my shadow
Digging in the fiber of the streets and the passersby;
Penetrating a future with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes
Her ******* smother my scarred breaths
Her father didn't love her
Putting my finger in her; neither did mine
Scraping lips and she tastes like summer blood
It'll pass and I'll never be the same
Looking for people in a crowd
Empty stares and broken sons, used daughters
Tearing skin and watching my past decay in hours
Bathing in painted lips, just to be born in my own eyes
Flirting with the hurt I left in the beginning;
Staying away, leaving my parted loneliness in her mouth and I should be sorry.
I'm so sorry.  
******* that make my mother and father something I forget;
Nobody loves themselves, so how could they love me?
You weren't very good to me.
And I writhe in ‘comfort’ just to feel.
Provoking searing glares because the numbness is like dry blood jarred underneath my nails.
My life encapsulates a warm goodbye.
Running to nothing to find myself.