Black roses grow where you once stood in my heart. Their thorns rip me apart, cover me in dripping, glistening blood, but they're more beautiful than you.
They hurt me with full intention to, not like your ignorance. They may **** me but I don't care, because you beat me down so far. Now I'm way past getting up, so I'd like to die selfishly, more beautiful than you.
Suffocate me with your eyes Be the cause of my glorious demise **** me softly, save your breath There is nothing in you I regret
Sometimes I forget to breathe Sometimes I cannot speak I lose myself in you all at once You make me lose my mind, I'm insane How do you destroy me so beautifully? Why do you break me? What is it in each other that we find? Why is it you find in me your delight?
Suffocate me with your eyes Don't stop me, let me die **** me softly, use that breath There is nothing I don't regret.
You make me unable to breathe With you around, I cannot speak I lose myself along the way You lead me along the path and before you know it, I'm gone I'm insane How do you destroy me in such a brilliant way? Why do you break me to suit you? What is it that, in me, you seem to like? Why is it you delight in my pain?
Suffocate me with your eyes Stop me in my tracks, let me cease **** me softly with feather-light breath Press those lips close to this skin So that there will be nothing I will regret.
I'm unable to breathe I cannot speak You make me so unbearably weak I've lost myself, and I've found you instead Have I gone completely insane? Maybe you can exist in my stead I feel insane Maybe you should just leave me to break To exist in this gory glory Stop this heart, halt these thoughts Delight in my ache Find joy in my spite And, in the end, Love me with all of your might.
I keep remembering that you have been the only one That I could still daydream about being just a thought In your otherwise always busy mind
I wonder if ever a tornado lands and you look for shelter Only to remember that you once saw land upon the horizon My own rusting tankard that looked like the shadow of oasis
I hope that you can remember what could have been on the shores of the Titanic That all the years on the dry deck could have tasted less salty than the sea And the exposure will feel so warm on your skin that it leaves burns
Do you ever reread a poem after something happens to you that you wrote about a different situation and the situation happens again and you're just like "didn't I write it down so I could process and not repeat?" but **** like you repeat
Better to have a stark reality than a fragmented facade. Rather you leave arms open than mouth closed. Say Gods name when you leave, not refuge but defamation. Put your loyalty into your spite for me. At least you can stay consistent with it there.
All these people try to keep me from happiness. The do it to spite me never the less. They take away all the ones I like or love. People that I think are heaven sent from above.
They take away my talent when things are going good. They even turn their back’s on me if you would. Can someone tell me why this is? When it comes to anything I am right there with.
I even go through unbearable pain from these people. They threaten me all the time with unfair judgment that makes me feel weaker. I am trying hard every day. I can not even make ends meet so what can I say.
Some if not all have made me lose my ways to get paid. They even ruin my chances of being laid. I try to hold it together. I always have to deal with danger just to watch a picture.
These people could care less who they step on. They are people that are close to me and even ones where I want to just help to make myself move from. I do not like these games that they are playing. I do not even like what they are saying.
I can not take it anymore. Everyone sees their side of the story just something that I can not ignore. I need some help from someone please! I am here saying help me please!
I listen to the echoes humming in the chamber of malcontent surrounded by breadcrumbs already stale they furl through the storm of tainted serotonin unpreserved by anger unsweetened by regret. Some days, I can see the sad delusion of reality clearly, I can see every coiling contortion as your hand twisted the knife making sure every word came out just right. But not this night, I've let go of your weight and let you sink to feed amongst the bottom feeders maybe that's how you saw me but you underestimated me and my appetite for spite borders on salacious.
I sip coffee, black, no sugar, no cream, and hope so badly that you see me with my arms stiff, my eyes burning violet, my throat humming, buzzing like a swarm of wasps clearing the area;
I despise coffee but not as much as I despise the shame you walk with or the silent stares angled in another direction. Look at me with coffee that hurts and twists my stomach; it exists much like you, a crutch to feel alive but it only causes nausea.