i hope she slow dances with you, in the kitchen to the humming of the air conditioning i hope she kisses you, with passion ran deep within her veins i hope she sings to you, with angels in her voice and a sweet hum in her throat i hope she loves you, with all she has
i stand in the bustling enviroment. surrounded by people whoes stroies ive never heard, never will hear. rolling wheels and harsh voices fill the filtered air. hushing mothers, and their crying children. i stand in an airport, surrounded by crowds ive never known. wishing to hear a simple story, a little tale. to know the place i stand
these days have reminded me of young lovers of whispered secrets in candle light of slow dances in the rain timeless. a feeling of endless liveliness. a feeling i hope to never shake. all because of you.
the world may turn again the breeze may whisper sweet nothings into my ears again the flowers my bloom again but the world will forever be dark without you holding my hand i will never see not without you guiding me
but life is full of goodbyes, and i guess this is mine
my head is pounding sorrowful rythems in the back of my head. my heart is knocking against my ribs. my blood is clotting in my veins. i can feel myself dying. but ill keep it inside
goodnight pitiful world goodnight to the one that dreaded my existence goodnight to the one that wished me unbroken goodnight to the one that shamed me into hiding goodnight pitiful me, you deserve the rest.
let’s run away to a faraway land where train tracks meet the stars where flowers bloom in the moonlight where trees are evergreen where the skyline is painted pink and yellow. let’s run away. let’s leave behind this world full of forced smiles and fake laughs, let’s leave the world that’s polluted with corrupt governments and unlawful laws. let’s run away. a place we can be free. to be you and me.
and once again i fell into a pile on the floor crumbled into the lack of person i am i have lost everything i am nothing, but a pile of ***** clothes on my bathroom floor.
i long to feel what the people feel. i want to feel the love, the joy, the excitement. i want to feel the flood of emotions running through everyone’s veins. everything but the pain, for i already feel pain. where did i go wrong
i need a hug the embrace of ones strong arms the caress of ones gentle hands the lock of ones shoulders around me before i crumble upon your floor into a puddle of nothingness i need a hug, just one
I am from empty wine glasses From jack and coke I am from the forgotten house on the cove (broken down, empty, but only on the inside rather than out) I am from great oak trees Growing towards the sun, shading me from the harshest words Im from Christmas dinners and alcohol scented sheets From mom and dad Im from the broken promises and the smashed plates From “get out of my face” and “you need to be fixed” Im from forced catholism and torn easter prayers Im from the sweltering heat of the south, and the glistening waters of Italy From pasta and fried chicken From the harsh voice of my mother The lack of care from my dad From the ripped photos off the wall From the loving arms, I always wished to receive.
i hope you fall. not in love. not for someone. not for anything. i hope you fall. i hope you hurt. i hope you bleed. i hope you suffer. i hope you fall, for a person that treats you the way you treated me.
every twist within my dna seems to be overruled with the unwanted thought of failure every breath that expands my lungs reminds me of the mush and metal stitched into them every word, every phrase, every epithet reminds me that i am nothing i will not say everything is okay when it is not.
im tired of waking up with tears streaming down my face. im tired of the dull eyes, im tired of the red rivers running through them. im tried of crying. i wish i could do something else, i wish the pain was easy to handle. im so tired. i wish i could go to sleep, maybe even never wake up.
i will always have a piece of you. a piece that comes running back. i will always have a way to make you crave my lips melting with yours. to make you long to be tangled up with me in the middle of the night. to make you need me. every night until you some how forget me which you wont. so go ahead, run on to the next one. and the next one. and the next one. but i will always be here, and you will always come back to me.
yet ill continue to spill my reservoir of love for you. ill dump it in your darkest places, spill it in your brightest ill make heeping piles of hearts, broken and mended. all for you.
it was a special kind of love. the kind where they know the ends of your sentences, they know they way your lungs expand, they know the way you sleep, the way your lips curl. but it was tainted, in old loves and broken promises. it was a special kind of love, that will sadly never be. no matter how much i wish.
i forgot how to write, how to stuff my thoughts into tiny stanzas and hope for a release. i forgot, not because the act of writing dissipated from my wake but rather i had no feelings to write
i’m going to stop trying to be the main character in your love story. i was merely a side character, or maybe a comic relief. but you were always my main. goodbye lover, continue your story without me.
i long to feel you. not sexually, but i long to feel your chest rise and fall aganist my back i long to feel your eyes captivate mine i long to feel your hands grasp mine i long for you in the most innocent of ways i long for the late night talks and the drowsy kisses i long for the way you say my name in the morning i long for you, the way you long for me.
i let go. because i knew i would break you in the most beautiful of ways. i would treat you like a princess and make everything you see around you become your castle only to rip it away from you. i know myself more than anyone out there, so for me to sit here and say i’ll treat you okay. is merely nothing but a lie.
i want to say i got better. i want to say i can look at a bottle and think of only the dosage. i want to say i can eat a meal without puking until my lungs lack air. i want to say my arms and legs are clear. but whats the point in lying anymore. everyone knows im lying, they just dont care. or maybe im to good at hiding it.
why must the rain be so beautifully poetic? why must the cuts across my wrist be so metaphoric? why must the clouds be so sadly broken? why must the world be so cruel to us beautiful people?
ill stand in the middle of the road and scream your name at passing cars. ill climb the highest of mountains to find you again. my soul string belongs to you. whyd you cut yours.
why wont you listen why wont you care to hear that youre wrong everything i say is locked away blocked out of your memory you wont even hear me see me feel me nothing.
You leave me gasping for air, gripping at the teathered ropes that lead behind you. I fell into your trap just as you wanted me to. I fell for you and into your love. Your air restricting love. But its all worth it for you my dear
till the days i dont have to feel sad songs in the pit of my stomach. till the days i can look outside and see the world as something other than withered. till the days i can breath without the wheeze. i will continue to tell you im okay, cause thats all im allowed to be.
ive never been one to feel but when your arms wrapped around me i saw the whole universe in my eyes i saw the stars collide i saw the oceans currents fold into one another i saw the planets orbit i saw the world in its pure and most beautiful form thank you
sometimes we fall onto our knees and bleed to the ones around us. sometimes we expand our lungs with poison, for the ones we love. sometimes we knock our own teeth out, and force a different smile. sometimes we're human. and thats okay.
now days whiskey has seemed to be my holy water. leaving my lips slurred across your body. my fingers trailing every self inflicted etch in your pillow skin. my need for you coursing through my veins and digging into my bones. my body longs for you, needs you. i want to breath against your skin, feeling the goosebumps arise on your back. i need you.
i’ll never know what’s going on in the back of your head. i’ll never be able to look into you and realize what you’re thinking. sometimes i wonder if when you look at me you imagine another. i wonder if you’re waiting for me to give up so you can run back. i hate that fact that i wonder. that i doubt. but sometimes that’s all i can do..
youll pull me along, through the dust, the heat, the cold, through the world and no matter the pain, the blood spilling down my arms the rope burns across my fingers ill hold on. ill always hold on
for it wasnt you who broke me. the only fault found is on my own hands. i broke myself trying to love you, not the other way around. and i do greatly apologize.
i love like a cannibal, allowing myself to swallow people whole encompassing them in my being. i let them sit in the curves of my ribs and and rest their head against my lungs. maybe i love to hard
youre drifiting through a timeline in space, dotting the lines with your love for me, for him, for them, for her. youre drifiting leaving remnants of your lovers fingerprints within you youre drifting, just promise me you wont leave me stranded in the stars