Oct 2013
My insomniac ways beg me not to wake this early in the day, but the smell of coffee beans awaken my soul.
It’s been 5 days since I’ve seen the light and my cosmonaut tendencies have gotten the best of me.
Each night I take a trip to the moon and back, collecting some stars along the way.
My soul thrives on stardust and my heart pulses with the moon.
My spirit, a wolf in the dead of the night, lurks in the shadows; Reaching out to every inch of the universe.
Just searching for the peace and serenity that comes with being one with the universe.
My soul may be a thousand years old, but with each new day I am born again.
Maybe that’s why I am afraid of the light.
You left a coffee stain on my heart and though the strings couldn’t bare to part with any fiber of your love, my body resents you.
I broke. She broke me. I’m broken. Can’t you see that I’m broken?
She has hurt me in ways that you could never imagine, bound my heart to her soul in more ways than any one person could think possible.
She twisted my veins, intertwining them with her heart.
I wish she could see the way that I could.
Love is such a fragile thing, but when you use it and abuse it you learn more things than you would ever find in a text book.
Love, you tug at my heart strings. Took everything that I am and tossed it aside like one of your ****** up love poems.
Crumpled me up in the night then threw me away in that soiled trashcan in the corner of your room.
Let the lyrics of my love for you slip away in the night.
I hope every syllable leaves a shadow of my kiss on your lips, turning the sweet nectar of your raspberry lemonade chap stick to chilling memories of the ice in your soul.
My bones ache from your frigid love. Our partnership was always more than bad news.
Before you ripped my heart in two, you turned it into tissue paper.
It got thinner and thinner each time it broke, turning something so strong into something now so weak.
The storm of our love created a river that may not have ran smooth, but I loved her anyway.
You taught me to love each fragment of danger along the way; taught me to use each crack of thunder and each flash of light, to my advantage.
My love for her grew as deep of the depths of her heart until the day she set me free.
That must have been the night it flooded, wasn’t it?
Our love was like a reckless storm. Two fronts clashing, composing a volatile connection that sent everyone running, but you thrived in the chaos didn’t you sweet pea?
You always used to tell me that I was the lightning to your thunder, but every time I struck, I could feel you slipping away from me.
No amount of sorrow will ever erase the image of her from my mind, the taste of her in my mouth.
She was my favourite cup of coffee and my only sweet dreams.
Her shadow haunts me like a silent plague, keeping me awake in wee hours of the night.
Maybe I just need some tea to replace the bitter taste in my mouth, but until that day she will forever be the reason for my insomniac ways.
It’s been 5 days since I’ve seen the light and my cosmonaut tendencies have gotten the best of me.
Each night I take a trip to the moon and back, collecting some stars along the way.
My soul thrives on stardust and my heart pulses with the moon.
My spirit, a wolf in the dead of the night, lurks in the shadows; Reaching out to every inch of the universe.
Just searching for the peace and serenity that comes with being one with the universe.
My soul may be a thousand years old, but with each new day I am born again.
Maybe that’s why I am afraid of the light.
You left a coffee stain on my heart and though the strings couldn’t bare to part with any fiber of your love, my body resents you.
I broke. She broke me. I’m broken. Can’t you see that I’m broken?
She has hurt me in ways that you could never imagine, bound my heart to her soul in more ways than any one person could think possible.
She twisted my veins, intertwining them with her heart.
I wish she could see the way that I could.
Love is such a fragile thing, but when you use it and abuse it you learn more things than you would ever find in a text book.
Love, you tug at my heart strings. Took everything that I am and tossed it aside like one of your ****** up love poems.
Crumpled me up in the night then threw me away in that soiled trashcan in the corner of your room.
Let the lyrics of my love for you slip away in the night.
I hope every syllable leaves a shadow of my kiss on your lips, turning the sweet nectar of your raspberry lemonade chap stick to chilling memories of the ice in your soul.
My bones ache from your frigid love. Our partnership was always more than bad news.
Before you ripped my heart in two, you turned it into tissue paper.
It got thinner and thinner each time it broke, turning something so strong into something now so weak.
The storm of our love created a river that may not have ran smooth, but I loved her anyway.
You taught me to love each fragment of danger along the way; taught me to use each crack of thunder and each flash of light, to my advantage.
My love for her grew as deep of the depths of her heart until the day she set me free.
That must have been the night it flooded, wasn’t it?
Our love was like a reckless storm. Two fronts clashing, composing a volatile connection that sent everyone running, but you thrived in the chaos didn’t you sweet pea?
You always used to tell me that I was the lightning to your thunder, but every time I struck, I could feel you slipping away from me.
No amount of sorrow will ever erase the image of her from my mind, the taste of her in my mouth.
She was my favourite cup of coffee and my only sweet dreams.
Her shadow haunts me like a silent plague, keeping me awake in wee hours of the night.
Maybe I just need some tea to replace the bitter taste in my mouth, but until that day she will forever be the reason for my insomniac ways.
