#carelessly
I've been running pens dry because of you.
taking the dark black ink and ripping it of its pigment.
like you did to my heart, holding it and admiring it until you used it all.... drained it, ****** the life out of it.
all i wanted was you.... you and genuine love but i couldn't get that, so now i need something, a destraction, a medication to heal this drained and shattered heart.
I will empty pens just like you emptied me.
carelessly....
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 9:11 PM UTC
Why do you give your heart
to the ones who carelessly drop them?
Why do you give your heart
to the ones who engrave their name,
scaring it with memories
and then leave it deserted?
Why do you give your happiness
to the ones who leech it out of your life?
Why do you root yourself into their
hearts, intertwining with them emotionally so quickly?
You know better than
to let them wound you.
But I don't know who they
are unless I give them.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 5:04 AM UTC
Moth ***** and rag dolls and
nothing left to talk about except for how much
time we spent idly and carelessly
Hyperboles of how we never knew what was coming
Never pondered the road ahead
Just slept instead
Never took the time to think
Just let the facts
sink right through our souls
But I remember when we actually lived
The memories, how they last
and I remember when
You held my hand and said
You'd carry me through any storm
Broken shards and rusty darts and
nothing left to think about except for how much
cash we spent idly and carelessly
No remedies exist for feeling empty and alone
Raised our glasses to someone we
didn't care about
Never took the time to hope
But never thought this road
would end here
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
The two takers took to the start, their heads grew
with the fumes and they thought themselves smart.
But She was harmless, too heartless and headless to start with,
soon one was consumed and then thereafter parted.
Your Patience is a waste of your time
he kept reminding her, but it was fine to draw lines
as long as they weren't defining her. “ cut a couple
more, the floors couldn't be shinier. And do us a dance
its my man’s first time here.”
“I wanna make a show out of this”, “ a sick game”,
A fowl minded sin for men that know no shame.
the praying sick side of a man that cant be tamed.
“After all she’s mine, only my mind can be blamed. “
I drew the lines a week ago today: It’s “hideous” and
riddled some will even try and say of it
But My mind seems to sway very little on this day.
And I wont apologies for how he likes to play.
these straight lines will leave you mindless.
They’ll wind you up on the other side of kindness,
one too many times to wanna find it.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC