Let me go

It hurts

To be in your rose bush

The thorns

Are drawing blood into my throat

And it bubbles out of my mouth

But I can't see it

Because your beautiful roses

Are blinding me

you’re ugly
under the
harsh light.

you are not
mystical, nor
fantastical, like
in my dreams:

you are a child
with the hands of
a God,

an uncontrollable
force with the power to
hurt me

I saw your picture
And it still hurts.

I wanna let you go
But I haven't yet.
You were my best friend.
How can I forget?

Your family was good to me
And we said we would always be.
I wish I could cry
As easy as you said goodbye.

Caught between
A rock and a hard place
Every **** time
I see your face.

I miss what used to be,
And I wish I would set me free.

I saw her picture
And that made me miss her.

An anchor drags me
By my neck
While I'm still
Gasping for breath.

The chain's held by a string
But I won't reach for anything.

I saw her picture
And that made me miss her.

Sometimes, it gets to you,
no matter how hard you try not to care.
No matter,
how many times you deny it doesn't hurt.
No matter,
how many times you reiterate that it doesn't matter.
It hurts.
It hurts because it still matters,
and at times the thought of it mattering
hurts even more.
Sometimes all these things add on,
and you begin to break.
That's when you finally accept to yourself,
It hurts.

cold sheets, wet eyes
running in loop, hurt to death
does she know that we bleed the same?

The thoughts
They flow like an open road
Never do i know
Where they are going to go.

My heart,
Reaching out and soaked

Me,
I’ve wrote and i’ve wrote

But i’m not sure
What i can say to save us
Anymore.

My arms are locked up
I'm waiting for the tide to come in,
For the same wave to wash me out
and slam me back against that edged rock
Again and again.

How many times before i realize;
I can't swim in this.
This water is poison.

My lungs are being filled with water
And I'm gasping for air
Hoping the love I thought we had
Would be there
To save us
From this awful nightmare.

I said, Crying in despair.

What a sappy ending
But life isn't fair.

It hurts more to hold on,
Than to let go.
So I'll Just keep on walkin',
Down that road.

heard that u talked about her.
you told your friends how blessed u were
you told your friends how much u loved her
you told your friends that you didn’t want to lose her

you didn’t want to break her heart
but the more u think
the more it worsens
only negative thoughts were running in your head
floating
scattering
and confusing

you told your friends she deserves better
you told your friends you aren’t good enough
you told your friends that you were inferior

you overthink
and soon after you were drifting
and slowly breaking
you were mentally drained
you were tired
and things weren’t going well

in the end, the first letter of my name adds up to the password.
the password consisted of his ex(s) name.

if I could
peel back the skin
from the top of my head
and crack open my skull
and reach inside,

I would pull out shards of
a woman made of Glass.

if I could
break open the covering
to my deepest fears and
truest hopes,

I fear the fingerprints
I would find lingering
on every part and piece
would erase themselves -
edit and change - cease.

if I could draw
the nameless stars
onto the inside of my eyes

and take your hand
and let your fingertips
trace the outline of my
thoughts;

if I could stab a straw
into the grey matter,
I would ask you drink it,
just so you could taste...

if I could open my veins,
and tie the bloodied strings
to your chest;

if I could hold your hand,
and feel our fingers
tangle and entwine;

if I could crack open my ribcage,
I would let you climb in;

if, if, if...