sultry summer wind,
kisses mango blooms came late;
make them regret it!

Late night Macca-run,
Busted up hand-me-down car
Rattling along the rocky road
With his warm hoodie draped around me
Like a toga with a Supreme sticker.

AC's turned off in traffic
As the night breeze is all we need
To enjoy this comfortable night
In his car, together.

I order a hot chocolate.
He orders a cheeseburger.
And we share the fries,
And I drain his pepsi
Until all there is
Is a pile of melted ice
And the soft pallet of knock-off cola
- in which both of us refuse to drink the leftover contents.

The cup is still warm in my hands,
And the car smells of fried food and cocoa powder.
His eyes are focused on the road,
While mine are focused elsewhere.

Soon,
He drops me home,
and ditches the trash.
And that was the end of our quiet late-night dinner-date.

You asked me before we broke up what my favorite memory of us was, and I didn’t know which memory to pick. We’ve shared so many moments together that it’s difficult to pick just one sliver out of a hundred spectacular moments with you.

If I had to choose, it’d be whenever we would lay awake at night and just talk. Our legs intertwined. My head resting on your chest as you pulled me closer and closer in, so close that I could hear the symphony going on inside of you.

I know near the end of our relationship there was a patch where I wanted to sleep, and I really regret getting upset over that. When I have moments of loneliness, I think about those times the most.

Laughing, cuddling, hypotheticals, passionate ***... all of it. How your arms around me made me feel safe; like all my anxiety was pushed outside of that room. Sleeping next to you, I knew I’d be taken care of, whether that be from tornados or my own self-doubts.

I fear some nights because I know I’ll be alone in that big bed, and I know I won’t have you to text.

I won’t have you at all.

i come home
around 10pm
after musical
rehearsal.

i come home to
a silent and empty
house.

its like im
being rejected
from my own
home.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’m late to this thread
I was getting some head

My body was an empty canvas
waiting for the touch of a gentle hand
To slowly fill up the spaces
To soothe my body’s desire for the crimson colors
That seeped from your paintbrush

As your hand touched my skin
And I gave into the gentle caress of your brush
You slowly filled my canvas with your lies
I became tainted with the ugliness that your words held

As I believed I was your masterpiece
But became a ruined canvas
From the lies that you told
From the holes you tore in my body and soul
My canvas was tainted
With your spilled ink

She took a romantic,
A real lovers dream,
And made him a cynic.
Made the soft spoken scream.

And now all is visible ,
Yes everythings clear.
We know why she's miserable,
And sitting in fear.

She broke him, she crushed him.
She made him like her.
She ripped out his diamond, and replaced it with coal.

She was a cynic.
Who woke up in screams.
He made her romantic.
and taught her to dream.

So now they're divisible,
And walking from here.
He's healing and careful,
And changing his gear.

He broke her, he crushed her,
He made her like him.
She's softer & kinder but a new broken within.