I know you want to help me,
but you do have a weird way of showing it.
Instead of telling me what to do,
why don't you let me handle it?
You want what's best for me but it's my future;
let me decide for myself.
Can't you see,
I am much of a better person than I used to be?
I got a long way to go,
so please don't worry so much;
just let me be.
And bear with me for now,
that maybe later on, you will think differently.
darling, loving me is falling apart with octobers and kissing your poems goodbye. it is watching autumns unfold while slipping into the tracks of a freight train. i will kiss your skin, all chapped lips and sweetened cigarettes, my hands on your neck, as if feeling the walls of an athenian ruin. i will be every distinctive silhouette in a film, every line in a song, every secret spilling gracelessly off your lips before you catch yourself. i will set you on fire and you will burn; all wide-eyed and irises made of the storm, beneath my feather light touches.
i have a proclivity for breaking hearts and you will find yourself neck-deep in whirl of heartbreaks and headlights — all moonstruck and confused. i will break you — destroy you, bit by bit, in the most elaborate, exquisite way, that you will know one thing, darling —
chaos has a tendency to look beautiful.
To you they seem petty,
Redundant and fancy.
But these words,
All night they kept crying
They stayed awake waiting
You stood them up.
They cried all night long.
Your words, they are strong
They never shed a tear.
And every precious word
I wrote you,
Let me have them back
They’ve cried all night,
You’ve turned a deaf ear.
They keep knocking on your door
But you do not open.
All night at your doorstep.
You’ve easily stood them up.
They stayed awake waiting
Waiting and crying
They cry all night
But they won't give up.
A poem every day.
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
I love you
3 simple words
1 that could turn a wrong
I remember a time when I loved you
When you were my world
When you were all I loved
I remember your kisses and hugs
I remember the way you said my name
And the way you walked away
I remember the tears I wept
And the pain I felt
The emptiness you left me in
Cold words and colder eyes
They just don't suit you
Or at least the boy I used to know
You thought that I was easy
But you vaped my lyrics,
now I'm stuck in your lungs,
Cemented words that you cant exhale,
cremated within you.
now comatose verses,
that you thought were strawberry
But when you swallowed,
you never chewed.
Now you got razor wire cuts
lacerating you inside.
With every inhale of my lyrical chemical cloud.
You think I'm easy to swallow,
breathing my verses that never leave you,
my words are like asthma on your generation.
Making you wheeze when you don't inhale
enough of my lyrical verse.
They tried to ban me,
every one wants to breath me in.
I'm like a exhale that clouds your thoughts,
but you'll still smoke my verses till
you got tubes huffing and puffing.
Knowing that your last breath
will have my words clinging to your lungs...
Me in in liquorice
kisses that will last on your lips.
I'm the last kiss you taste,
my words will be
on your deathbed..
Here lies verses
that were simple
but never left you.
cremated with the words
I choked on the lyrics.....
but I'd smoke them again.
You know the things you do for validation obscure your worth, but you go for it anyway because there’s nothing that feels worse than the hurt.
A little reminder that something you’ve had since birth is desired lights a fire fierce enough to remove your shirt.
You’re lost, but still, find yourself in other people.
You keep finding the pain, the kindness, it’s an endless sequel.
I should like to caress your eyes
and invite you to dive into words:
their beauty, their powerlessness,
their singular characteristic
of being the best shot I have
at making sense of the beautiful mess.