I'm sorry for gripping the bottle
a little too tight and for
the tear stained shirt you now wear.
Please forgive me
for falling apart from time to time
and when I do I can't speak.
I'm screaming in my head
"I want to die I WANT TO DIE"
but when asked what's wrong I can't speak
Thank you for holding my hand
Ensuring me of your love
I do not deserve you
I'm sorry I want to die all the time
I am wood
You are fire
You are an exuberant inferno.
There was no doubt in my mind that when I first saw you, I felt the sparks.
When you aproached me, I felt warm, and whenever we talked, I could feel the electricty -scratch that- I could feel the flames.
Then you left, but I was far from help. You set me on fire and then you were gone.
You destroy everyone you meet, leaving nothing but ash and ruin in your path.
The dangerous thing about the chemical reactions in fire is that they are self-perpetuating. The heat of the flame itself keeps the fuel at ignition temperature, so it continues to burn as long as there is oxygen and fuel around it. The flame heats any surrounding fuel which releases gasses, which make the fire spread when ignited.
There is hate in your love,
and there is violence in your peace.
Who can we trust,
if no longer the police?
There is corruption in your money,
you flaten forests for green paper.
You destroy habitats for land,
yet you claim you will be our savior?
The government pretends to care,
but they just want our income.
when will America wake up?
all we need is a little momentum.
Maybe if I drink, I won't remember what I've done - or maybe I'm more frightened by what I haven't done - and I'll start to forget. But ignorance is not bliss, and now I'm drinking to forget why I wanted not to remember what I've done or what I haven't done and now I'm stuck remembering what it is I tried so hard to forget.
They say the good die young and that used to scare me but now it just kind of makes me stop and think, and in a year or two, it might just make me smile.
I stopped being good a long time ago.
If you asked me to tell
where the ceiling ends and
the walls begin,
I wouldn’t be able to tell you.
When I think about you
everything blurs into black
like an unkindness of ravens.
the only thing that ever
crosses my mind as soon as
dusk turns into night,
and I could never tell you why.
I like to think that
just as birds know when to fly
and time knows when to die,
I was meant to love you.
When you are too afraid to tell someone "I love you" so you write a poem that dances around the subject
I can not communicate the feelings I have- often I find myself screaming in my mind to just say it, tell them "I'm numb to everything and I am sad" but I refuse myself but then in turn hurt those who try to love me and come close to me.
It is not advised that you come near me, be my friend nor even acquaintance for I will pull every ounce of life out of you. I will draw you in with my smile make you laugh with my quick wit, you will love me and I know it, for I have watched people fall in love with me far too many times.
But once you watch me fall into the home of my demons you think you can be my ultimate cure.
You will try and seek an answer and perhaps put my pieces back together once more- the last whom has tried gave up, as will you.
What is broken can not be fixed not even with the greatest amount of love, care and patience. You will leave feeling weak and angry- everyone always does but do not fret, for you will soon forget me as I am still trapped in the deep corners of my mind- trying to find a way to escape.
Years after you have forgotten me and all our pleasant memories fade- we will reunite once again when you stand above my grave. My demons devoured me- took me away and you will remember the day you took my hand and said " I will not go away"
But where were you
Where did you go
I'm sorry for the blood I left in the sink
this is not a poem i just needed to vent my feelings