Bleeding, I held my heart.
Wounded all over, again and again.

I shouldn't feel anything, I should be numb.
Yet why does it still ache, whenever you're in pain.
You left long ago, yet your presence still fresh.

This heart, the epitome of dumb.

I nearly started to hyperventilate,
Because a thought occurred to me.
I thought about how long my tongue is,
And how it goes all the way down my throat.

My feet can feel the ground,
But I can’t feel my feet.

Mouth is dry,
Eyes are red,
Where is my ******* head.
I feel like a space man.
Here comes the police man.
If he asks for papers,
I will answer “scissors.”

the ones who stain your satin exterior,
with their salty tears
the ones who leave scuff marks, driving into your pastel mind,
with the words on their fake letters
the ones who resurface upon your eyes of a setting sun,
with their convenient after break-up rebound texts
the ones who **** the healing flowers growing on your earthly arms,
with their problems being unloaded onto you recklessly.
I'd rather be alone forever,
than put up with dumb boys.


©L.F.

You're only better than me in the sense that you can talk a better game

And only in the sense that you can spread your cheeks wide.
I see through you

Your philanthropy is narcissism in disguise.
You **** in a bush just like rest. I'm taking it back.

You are nothing and Meant nothing.
I am the same mote of star dust as you. Crumbs of death, but keep playing your game.
I'll be here when you've finally seen the glass in its perfect place, cracked

you are always going to be The One.
somehow, we are always going to end up coming back to each other.
and every single time it happens, it feels like i'm coming home.
the familiar smell of your laundry, or your perfume.
it feels like home.
but the past, it doesn't matter to me.
the past doesn't mean anything. i'm still always going to want you.

i want you on your best days, when you feel like you're on top of the world, and you're never going to come down. the days where we laugh so hard that we start crying. days where we get breakfast at 6 o'clock in the morning.
but i don't only want you on your best days.
i want you on your worst days, too.
days where your nose is running because you can't stop crying.
or you had a bad day at work, or you are just so painfully exhausted of everything in life. when things feel like they'll never get better. when you feel like your whole world is falling apart.
i want you unconditionally. i want you with my entire heart.

i'm so afraid of losing you again.