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  Sep 2020 mark soltero
unfortunate
I’m miscellaneous
In the background
Something you wouldn’t notice
Even if it were gone
mark soltero Sep 2020
in the dead of night
it always feels like
exhilaration
self hate leaves doubtful residue within me
it’s led me to deny god
how could he do such a thing to me
feelings equate the inferno of my past
to the blaze of my home
often thinking about how i did this
it’s my acceptance of less than love
that has created the deadly persona
practiced divination
to find the answers
of my self doubt
the stars say they shine for me
something in me doesn’t believe them
in me
the liar resides
happiness isn’t allowed
he’s dying though
i might be free soon
mark soltero Sep 2020
what scares me
is that
even scars disappear eventually
please
just don’t get tired of me
mark soltero Sep 2020
scarlet bruises on my neck
id burn my knees just to make you smile
nothing sweeter than the pain in your eyes
and our time slowly chips away
as our bodies shed their mortality
even momentarily
nothing but you
all of my love now lives inside
each dying as we lay


did you get to finish too?
im definitely making fun of myself
mark soltero Sep 2020
lack of progression within your mind
all show the signs of a broken mental
create self pity to remedy
no one cares secretly
I’m just being nice


it’s just that I like you a lot
please don’t go
mark soltero Sep 2020
the touch of the midnight hour
gifts me your soul
you make me feel real
all to question what is
this seems undiscovered
the thoughts of the unequivocal reality
how can it be
am I worthy
of you for you to be
present entropy
the
breath out our lungs
our bodies pour
bloods bursting throughout
the world sleeps
while we barter affection with each other
spent just below the ether
will thy beloved end me
if you don’t need me
mark soltero Sep 2020
hollow shells of what once was
remanentes of the truth
they lie within the rotting part of me
below the flies
I believe
they’re the closest thing to love I’ve seen
under the worms
below the maggots
you can see me
afraid of the sin
terrified of tomorrow
passive, frightening thoughts of bloodlust
i lie awake
put the bag over my head
to float like a balloon to heaven
no air, just He
where i can see tomorrow with no fear
it’s the ones that love me dear
that I can’t see
im blind but I can still feel
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