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p Jan 2015
you told me that the way the ice melts
and drips off of the side of the building makes you
think of me
and i hope that we can watch the water drip from your window
soon
because
everything reminds me of you
and i want to experience life with you
and no one else

and i am so madly in love with you
p Dec 2014
my breath escapes my lungs like air leaving a punctured balloon
one moment--that's all
and it escapes like water cupped in your hand
it's impossible to stop it from escaping

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you steal it
like a teenager at the mall
grabbing the trinkets and shoving them in the pockets on their faux leather bags
you steal it
and i don't even mind

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drinkin­g salt water and watching the blank wall
gets tiresome
and i want to go home

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the hallucinations begin
but i know they are just neurons firing in my brain
and that makes me drink that pungent water
and it seeps in my pores
p Nov 2014
it has replaced my blood
it runs through my veins
and circulates throughout my body
and like blood,
i need it to survive

i pray every night that you'll be okay
because i still love you
and i think about you every day

everyone tells me that someone else will come along
but frankly,
i'm scared as hell
and i hate to be alone.
and the fact that we aren't together anymore
makes my thoughts tumble down
and take a turn for the worst
but, i guess it's for the best
but my heart still hurts
and i am trying so hard to be okay  
but, i know deep down, i'm not
i'm really not.

for now i will try my best to survive
and maybe someday
my blood will circulate throughout my body
once again.
i miss you
haven't done this in a long time
p Jul 2014
out
why do i miss you
and your stupid nicotine stained fingertips grazing my cheek
get out of my head
p Dec 2013
i'm scared.
i'm really really scared.
and i don't have the slightest clue
what i'm going to write in the black ink
or the person i'm going to be
because the person i want to be is yours
and i don't care about the cliches or the eye rolls that i get when i say that
because i want to be with you
plain and simple
it's like the white walls of a newly built house
or the down sheets of a freshly made bed.

i don't even have the tenacity to make this stupid poem (that no one will read)
sound good like all those beautiful songs that remind me of you
with melodious phrases and metaphors that make me melt like a candle that never gets blown out
what am i saying?
every song reminds me of you.
everything reminds me of you.

please just make it go away
please stay with me
just hold me
because that's the only thing i want
and the only thing i need
and that's the only thing to keep my from swallowing any more of these stupid tears that seem to never stop falling because  

i'm terrified.
i don't care
p Dec 2013
my crooked fingers
can't play that trivial guitar in the corner of the pale yellow room
there are 4 walls and the door always seems to be closed

bruises and scars make me recollect
the moment when i could feel you
and i could feel it
and then i took a step back after taking one forward
and i wish it would disappear
those cursed scars and bruises.

and i want to drive there,
but i can't find my keys
so can you come so i can feel you
and i can feel it?
this *****.
p Dec 2013
yellow paint plastered on the pale walls
it stains like red wine on a wedding dress
and i can't stand this anymore
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