My stomach hurts **** Thinking about driving Into the blurry red of br(e)ak(e) lights. Im doing exactly What you tell me not to Why why why I’m worse than nothing Now there’s dark clouds on my robin’s egg sky Bruises in my snowy mountains Decay in my wooden heart Maybe it was like that from the start I don’t know So leave me Leave me baby I’m a sickening excuse of a human being
in an old blue car driving on the highway in the snow i gripped the steering wheel my knuckles turned white like the road my heart didn't beat it trembled crying, mirroring the weather i think god would've wept today if he were here at all
Your scent is best forgotten. Yet I remember your cinnamon hair, Everytime the breeze carried the warm smell to my nose I smiled. Because it meant you were still there with me. We weren't in love, Because we are and were, too young to be having such big emotions. But I know that whenever I catch the scent of cinnamon on an afternoon autumn breeze.
it feels like you came with the cold like suddenly you fell from the autumn sky and warmed me up inside. i wanted you for your fiery red before i found myself like an addict, craving you at the most inopportune times craving your comfort like a warm sweater in december. i love you without the all sugar on top even bitter and dry and burning my tongue coating my throat until i choke with tears on my cheeks. i wanted you before i knew what it meant but even after you hold my mind hostage keeping me breathing and warm.
i could never live without you. not at all.
the real og's will remember this one - reposted poetry because i used to be better at this