you have my hands tied back with a thin silk rope.
you tighten this rope when you feel me slipping from you.
i even has a name.
love.

i'm not very clever.
my mind does work at accelerated speed,
yet my mind races when you say something mean to me.

i'm not very gentle.
my hands aren't weary,
yet when you raise a hand to me suddenly they go limp.

i'm not very kind.
when you ask me a question ill tell you straight up. i don't sugarcoat things,
yet when you tell me to talk to you suddenly i do.

im not a pretender.
i don't act like someone else. i'm me and thats it,
yet everyone thinks i'm fine.

im not okay.
but i say i am,
so that means it's true, right?

what about the rest of this, was it true?

i went months with the constant dispense of my addiction for you.
and now i get to suffer the blood rotting withdrawals.  
and i know we both agreed on this, but
when i look at you i see constellations.
i see ocean waves gone rouge.
i see mighty trees and blanket thick forests.
i know we both agreed on this, but
when i hear you i get butterflies in my stomach.
i hear swigs of whiskey.
i hear a sweet southern drawl like nothing ive heard before.
i hear the hums of an electric bass amp.
i know we both agreed on this, but
i need you.
like the earth needs the moon,
like space needs the stars,
like guitars need their strings.
i need you the way you need pokemon cards.
god i just,,
dont give up on me..

i write,
and i write,
and i write.
yet i can never find the words to put my pain into.
i can never seem to let my emotions flow through the tip of my pen.
though i would love to tell you guys my pain through beautiful metaphors and rhymes.
my pain is fathomless,
let alone someone i can write.

her heart was like blown glass, sensitive and nimble.
she was hard to let pass.
she sat in your dreams swinging her feet, you always thought she was so sweet.
the heart of this girl so beautiful and true, would sing soft melodies to me and you.
it bumped and it thumped to the rhythm within, matching with yours. you were at a win.
the girl made of blown glass was vigilant of her heart, but only with you.
she was afraid of the new and you were too, so you protected her greatly.
her glass heart too.
but the harder you held the more she began to crack.

crack
crack
crash.

you sat with your love in bleeding hands, wondering why the girl of glass loved you.
but you loved her too, with every piece of newly hardened glass that she left with you.

ive always loved the sound snow makes.
the way the earth falls silent, the waves of my voice to you being soaked up by the freshly produced crystals.
the way it crunches beneath your feet, only to leave your shoes wet and cold.
ive always loved the cold, and the moments leading to it.
but the coldest month of the year for me was july.
but then august came around, and as the months have passed, your love for me has slowly melted the snow in my heart.

i find myself caring more about life now.
and thats because of you.
i finally have a reason to stay.

your arms incase me.
your lips softly plant unspoken words onto me.
your hands trace my scars, etching hearts into them.
your lungs share their breath with mine.
your eyes mend my broken daydreams.
your voice floats me off to sleep.
your heart beats for me.
and mine beats for you.

The primary colors artists live to see through swollen, sleep deprived eyes searching for a way to find money
Primary colors based in green and yellow branching from black minds and cracked souls
Blue and red veins pop out of purple and blue speckled arms
Hands worn from countless brushes and ripping canvass
Feelings splattered in red and orange across broken faces and half torn smiles
But we’re okay
Its just the painters promise.

late nights bring back small reminders of the days your fingertips traced my broken heart, mending it ever so slightly.
your touch is still engraved on me to this day, its as if your fingerprints have become mine.
one day they'll be mine again
but god, that day isn't coming soon enough.
I'm tired of the reminder that your hands have touched me.

As I sit on the ground surrounded by the broken remains of our love,
I realize with the deepest sorrow I was never what you wanted
I was only what you needed

the person youre in love with is supposed to make the world more colorful,
but what are you supposed to do when youre colorblind

please dont fall apart.
dont allow the rage inside you break your own bones.
dont let the sadness carve ravines in your moonlit skin.
dont allow the jealousy run through your veins.
please dont fall apart
please...

have you ever been put up on the shelf, and only dusted off when people are confused or need something from you?



yeah me too.
i guess we can get dusty together.

come, stay awhile

as we rekindle the fire that once burned within us
i can feel your warmth slowly reach my frost bitten fingertips
your light pulsating through my veins
i can feel the imprint of your lips against my neck
and your fingertips against my waist
i can feel the fire that burned within us both bringing us home each night,
to the hallways we stole secret stares at eachother
trying to fight the feelings that later took us over.

i scuffed up my knuckles as i crawled my way out.
the skin broke, peeling and bloodied.
my hands shook, my chest tightened, my eyes burned.
my knuckles, which had been rubbed raw, clung to your embrace.
searching for a way to heal.
and you told me to keep climbing.
yet, i still scuff my knuckles for you.

is the glass half empty or half full,
is it water or *****,
is it a chasher of pills or do you swallow those dry.

is the glass of your choice full or empty,
does it make you forgive or make you forget,
does it make that pill dissolve on your tongue,
or does it collect in the lump in the back of your throat.

does the glass fill your pain or dump out your hurt,
does it make you see the monsters or make you meet the demons.
you may not know. and thats okay.
at least its a glass half something.