Smoke clings to my clothes like a child afraid to leave mom
And I'm okay with that
Reminds me of you
Of what you're working through
And that's enough

You could let the flames burn away what you want to say
But you still have another copy
You're still holding onto her rope
Wishing she would just turn around
Listen to what you have to say

I'll sit idly by
Waiting for the moment you need to cover my shoulders in tears again
I will sprint with all my energy to be there if you need me
My windows are easy to open

She used to use matches for different reasons...
Funny how things can come full circle right?

I feel the need to burn a photo,
The back marked with the words "CHRISTMAS IS LIT"
But I can't bring myself to do it
So I'll store it away in a folder
Keep it for a time when maybe she wants it back

I'm the one who threw in the match to burn everything you had
Now you have nothing
And I did this
All of it

Please blame me
I'm the one who wrote the first text that February night
I'm the one who dehumanized her
I'm the one who stole your ring in March
I'm the one who existed
I'm the one
I'm the one
I'm the one
I'm the one
I'm the one
I'm the one
I'm the one
I'm the one
I'm the one
I'm the one
I'm the one
I'm the one
I'm the one
I'm the one
I'm the one
I'm the one
I'm the one
I'm the one
I'm the one
I'm the one
I'm the one

I'm the one who should leave right?
You wanted space to begin with and I didn't listen
My door is always open
And if it isn't, knock on my window

Just remember:
Shower, eat, work

I'm the one (X21), one mfor every page of INK we wrote
NAG Apr 16

I am not Atlas.
I can’t carry the weight the world on my back,
Watching from below as
symphonies become sorrows
And hopes become hopeless.
As hearts stop beating despite the flowing
Of blood through the veins along scarred wrists.
And bones fracture after words stab into
Discarded bodies with lifeless heads.
And maybe Atlas didn’t have this problem.
Maybe Atlas could bend his knees,
Perhaps they were sculpted to shift that way
But, even if I wished upon the brightest star
My knees would not bend at the hands of chaos.

How deep do your bruises run, Atlas?
Talia Grace Mar 20

I've always hated watching the people I love suffer
Like watching paint dry I knew what the result would be, and I just couldn't bear to watch it
Sometimes I'd try to cheer them up
Run my fingers through their hair or place a kiss on their head
But it's never enough

I've always hated watching the people I love go through painful times
It's like watching someone die slowly and knowing... There's nothing you can do
Every time you try to help it seems you push them further
Like they're running from you, because you're the problem

I've always hated watching the people I love care about me
Because I always feel like I can never fully return every thing they deserve to them
Like holding a hug for too long or watching as clouds roll over a perfectly sunny day
Knowing that there's rain on its way in but no one will notice until it's too late

I've always hated watching the people I love suffer
Because I feel like I'm the reason it all began
And the only way for them to be happy
Is for me to say goodbye

I'm sorry... For everything

Floating bloated.
Life aborted.
Rotting sockets.
A bobbing lifeless buoy.
where the river meets
the sewage.

Philomena Jan 13

and some nights I feel like ice that cools in the mid winter or crisp fall leaves that have just fallen, life less and dead at the end of their journey once so beautiful and radiant a sight to see some thought of thee then life came and the colors changed the greens turned into hot reds  then just as fast as it arrived the color left the leaves wrinkled and the wind came to collect its debt ripping its heart the leaf hit the ground slowly doing its last glide in the air as it hit the ground to no longer live again

Cierra Hope Jan 10

I fight myself awake every morning,
dragging my lifeless body out of bed
because I am so tired of trying
to deal with the reality that you're gone.
And you're not coming back.

Tiffany Scicluna Dec 2016

A heart lost,
Battles half won,
Injured souls,
Lifeless bodies
Pilling up...
Blood shed,
Watery eyes,
Till all that's left, is
Sobbig for the dead

Liam Adam Scicluna Nov 2016

In perpetual solitude I linger in the shadows.
Fragmented in which pieces to me are unbeknownst... unrecognisable.

Am I who I was or am I nothing but a memory of what I once were? Something other than me. A corrupted part of my insanity.

Maybe I am nothing more than lifeless flesh, rotting in perpetual solitude.

Mims Oct 2016

I wanna pick you up,
Cuddle your lifeless body,
Lift you to my heart,
Cradle you in my soul,
I wanna lift you up,
Till you eyes reach mine,
Till we can say that were fine,
Can trust were alright,
I wanna hold you,
I wanna help you,
Let me save you.

this was written on december 17 2015

i want to be your knight in shining armor on the nights your wrists are under attack
Erin Knight Sep 2016

Blood leaked from her eyes, nose and mouth,
sliding down her face.
The crimson liquid that contained life
dripped on the floor.
Murmuring the words ","
her voice barley over a whisper.,
signaled her last breath.
She fell, and crumpled on the floor.
Her face going gray, all I could do
was stare in shock.

Oh, the horror.
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