Toast
Such a beautiful taste
So crunchy
So tasteless
Toast
Such a beautiful word
So bland
So bleh
Toast such a beautiful thing

Sweetheart, shut up for two seconds so I can kiss you.
Let those words that mean so much wait a **** second or two,

See if they can stand the pain of waiting to come across your lips.
I feel like I’ve been waiting much too long for exactly this.

The ache in my core is much too hard to stand anymore.

Sweetheart, just shut the hell up for a moment so I can kiss you.
Leave the singing to the birds, love, let me do what I came here to.

I’d love to be the ink beneath your skin, just because I’d love to know
What it feels like to make you complete, to be a part of you.

There is a pain in my stomach from not being with you.

Sweetheart, please just shut up for a minute and let me kiss you.
Let those rants and raves take a little break and live my dreams with me.

So, God permit, if I shut up for two seconds will you kiss me?
Hold me closer and make me forget that this is reality?

I want to wake up from this lonely dream and find you next to me,
And I will shut up for a minute so you can kiss me.

The ache in my core will turn to clouds and I will soar.

Darling,
I can't give you much
But I give you what I can
Freedom.
My sweetest I know this is
What you crave the most.
So,
My love, I release you.
I set you free.
Run.
As fast as you can.
And as far as you can.
Go.
Live the life you dreamed
Forget me if you can.
But,
Angel, I will never forget you.
And I will always love you.
Please
Don't ask me to, I know I can't
For you are my brightest light.
Live.
Enjoy.

all my life, i thought perhaps i was weak and i was plagued by the senselessness of it. i can't handle the storms anymore. i've never been close to giving up and it will never be the same again‬

but not this time, i whispered as i clenched my fist
but not this time, i whispered as i held my chin up high
because this time, i won't face the storm anymore
and for just a split second,
i am the storm

***** sheets speak to his apathetic state of mind,
Why are you here? It’s clear he isn’t even trying,
He’s so high when you **** he probably thinks he’s flying,
Cab money for the ride home you spend the whole time crying,
All you wanna hear him utter is two words, your mine,
Until his lips speak those words your soul is left dying,
But who are you kidding, it’s your ***** he’s buying,
You don’t wanna believe it so you keep on denying,
So you wait outside his place, spying,
Another girl comes over, you weren’t gratifying?
**** that ***** anyway, tired of him lying.

It is morning. I glance up at the sky
I nod to her, acknowledging that she
knows the weather better than I

Our duels are unforgiving
She is graceful in her delivery
And I am left shoveling up the remains

Her coldness no match for my warmth,
my skilled hand. I create a path, boots
Weighted against the latticed snow

I remind her that though she has
a power to wield, I have my own

Perseverance.

salvage your heart
minced in a porcelain saucer
for tea time is nigh

a cordial matter
for those of pin cushion affections
and for the self who is tended to as a
lazy laced love
in concentrated steeped weep