You know that it hurts when your kiss lands on my cheek. My heart explodes — with you, I'm a fool; I'm weak. You know how I wish to embrace you whole. I seek your burning passion not friendship. It's irrational and selfish. I hold myself back as my heart falls to pieces, when your touch ceases, and everything hurts... Kiss me where it hurts, kiss my everything, love my everything, just as I love yours.
Eat a deck of tarot cards for breakfast. Squeeze a little ketchup on the upright hanged man, And try to figure out where we've gone wrong.
We don't know who we are, So we try to box ourselves into Cute little archetypes. We don't know what love is, So we kiss, laugh, and cry Until we're exhausted. We turn turn the card... We don't know what to do with our lives.
sorry, i've been posting shorter stuff lately. here's an old one that's been sitting in my notes app for a while. feedback is welcomed!
This man is dying on his bed Empty bottle in his hand Suffocating from the drugs And liquor he took He falls as he struggles to stand He's laboured so hard But all his earnings — Down the drain Did the blood storm his brain? Does he feel himself going insane? Has the coke left his veins? As he slams back down to the floor He makes no other movements And no other sounds Now when someone enters They'll know he died a clown
Trigger Warning: This poem feature triggering topics (suicide, drug abuse, self-harm, depression). Kindly restrict yourself from reading if you are sensitive to these topics.
this is where all the secrets are held in the smell of yesterday's rain in the air in the dark, and in that pool in the little moonlight patch falling on my bed with the window open and the air cool and the night young and wild and a fool