#comehome
As I lay in your arms
Am I the only one that collapsed?
And by the skyfall
when you come home
I'll be waiting in the halls that I roam
To look into those eyes
as if for the last time
And feel your body up against mine
Perhaps I'm crossing a deep line
But I'll be waiting
In hand a bittersweet glass of wine
Near unconscious, but my love
for you everything's fine
How much blood have I lost
To prove my love to you
Seems as your hearts burried in frost
How can you be so cruel?
Every night you hear my sorrow
As I plead for ones name
Perceive my eyes go hollow
Oh, love, waiting for you
I've lost my sane
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 9:14 AM UTC
I don't want your money,
I don't want you to open your wallet to buy me roses or to buy me dinner,
No,
I want the most expensive thing you have,
I want your time,
I want you to pick up the phone when I call you,
It was never money for me,
Remember when we were two broke 12 year olds with absolutely no money,
I wanna go back to that,
I wanna see that smile on your face,
That passion in your eyes,
I don't want you to slave your life away,
I want you to enjoy it with me,
I wanna dance with you,
I wanna sing with you,
I wanna be those two drunk 20 year olds dancing on the club floor,
Without a care in the world,
Remember our first fight,
We yelled at each other,
But then we were quiet,
One sentence that's all we could get out before we shunned ourselves,
Because that fight wasn't worth seeing the pain in the others eyes,
So when I say come home,
Don't tell me your earning money for us,
Come home means come home,
Sit down,
Watch a movie with me,
And between the two of us share a nice bottle of wine
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC
I'm not a monster
But I can be trouble
So I don't need people
To come and burst my bubble
But who wants to be alone
You monsters love playing games
Can you not wait till I am gone
To start giving me cruel names
From family to "friends" till we start over again
Why does it want me to suffer so
All I wanted to do was try to blend in
But here I am left empty in a one-man show
Often I'm writing, and I'd rather not be
Constantly wondering if this is meant to be reality
Begging for someone something to change this ending
I'd hate for the only love I get to be when someone is sending.
But I can't say that I don't get love and life
It's just I'm not fond of the distant love that's out of sight
So, be blunt and listen to my hone cry for you to come home
Cause I don't want to be here in this darkness all on my own.
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 3:31 PM UTC
We drove up through the fog on Jackson Mountain, the music carried the silence with a melodic tune that made it almost seem sweet; it was quiet and loud at the same time. "You want a cigarette?" he asks, interrupting the flow of thought through my stormy mind. I silently take the cigarette from him and put it in my mouth, the cigarette filter touching my lips when I wish it were him instead. I pull out my lighter, a blue and yellow flame assistant making my lungs black. He could never really read my handwriting, and he could never really make up his mind. He never read my journals and he hardly ever touched my face. He slept till 4 in the afternoon and threw the pillows over his head if he was disturbed. He hasn't traveled and he doesn't like tattoos. Him. That sounded so sweet just hours before now ****** my tongue to bleed. my love has turned to resentment and everything he does now has lost its glow, the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes don't shout laughter anymore, his curly hair is just a mess now, and his eyes once a beautiful sky blue are just a dusty old ball kicked around in bare feet... But still here I am with you driving through the fog on Jackson Mountain.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC
This place is full of demonic step sisters
I miss my pristine Cinderella
Can we skip the ******* slipper
I’m waiting
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 7:57 AM UTC
I loved you with soft kisses and warm hugs
with t-ball pictures in a scrapbook
and eating ice cream with your little sister the first time her heart was broken
I came to you in my love
with hands to hold when things got hard
and a smile to share when the world gave you a favor
My intentions were always laced with your happiness in mind
I wanted nothing more than to cheer for you in pridefulness
when you proved them all wrong
but also to walk you home in the dark when you struck out
I loved you with all the stars in the sky
with every word in the books
with every tear in my heart
loving someone like that
filled many holes I didn't know were there
it showed a side of me
I didn't recognize
A side of me I wanted to stick around
I loved you with soft kisses and warm hugs
with laced fingertips and galaxies through the freckles on your back
you loved me
with lustful touch and half chuckles
with clenched fist and a hesitant heart
I know we lived two completely different love stories
you found chaos in the same place I laid mine to rest
This is why we could never try the times
we would never last loving as we did
you see
you never fell in love with the oceans in my eyes
or the tenderness in my voice
you were searching for a violent love
in my peaceful heart
I suppose you didn't know you'd found a girl who could make a home
out of your getaway car
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 8:05 PM UTC
please,
don't be like life
and come and go.
stay with me
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
i hear you breathe with every beat
it rattles through my ribs
whispers through my hair
echoes through my veins
but you still won’t believe
just come home….
a.d
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
The snow drifts from the roof tops,
Lights shine in the brisk evening.
Cheer is spread,
Joy follows behind the winter winds.
Letters are sent North to Saint Nick,
Children dream of what might come in the early morn,
Prayers are shared around the dinner table.
Memories are created to be never forgotten.
Stories being shared with those you love.
Tears fall upon my pillow,
While bellows of laughter echo,
From the other side of the bedroom door.
Life seems to be coming to a stop.
My only Christmas wish is to be by your side,
Surrounded by the most welcoming family,
The warmest love,
The family I always hoped to be apart of...
Yet it still isnt feeling like Christmas.
The joy, cheer and laughter being stolen away,
The pain hiding behind a fake smile..
The words echo "it could be worse."
If its true I dont want to know what it is.
My only prayer is that I wake up by your exciting yells.
All my letters to dear Saint Nick saying one thing.
"Please bring him home."
All go unanswered.
My only Christmas wish is to hear you say,
"Im home Mommy."
Hold you in my arms as we see what Santa has blessed you with.
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC
I had fallen down hard this time,
Found myself at the bottom of it all,
When somewhere past the void,
I heard my own future call.
It struck a chord in me,
Unexpected but I could feel,
My hidden heart made of flint,
Fate struck like it's ever present steel.
Again, again, again, and again,
Round, and round, and round,
How much I tried to lock myself up,
Life refused to let me be bound.
Wrapped up in my past,
I did my best to hide,
I was never going to be enough,
Trying to escape in the shadow of pride.
I was buried in the frozen earth,
Knowing some day Spring would come,
So I clung to my old shell,
When I felt the world start to hum.
Begin, Begin, Begin and again,
The sacred circle was never broken,
Fleeting dreams tumble away,
As the sacred words are spoken.
Though scars will be left behind,
My feet still find their place,
My tired heart beats again,
My Will returns to it's relentless pace.
My goal was finally achieved,
and my atonement was past,
The Day is finally beginning to dawn,
The empty night was not meant to last.
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
Hello poets and hello love,
Remember my belly button,
It had some fuzz,
Hilarious myth
That was actually true,
I was selfish the years I had with you.
I'm sorry.
I want to start completely anew,
And love every second of all that you do.
I want to learn what's all in your head,
The nights after work as we lay in our bed,
Every minute apart is completely a waste,
I dream and wish and pray for those days.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 12:57 AM UTC
He said it in blood rituals, in blasphemy
All soul and no body and arson as a hobby
He brought sugar cubes and moonshine - begged to lay with me just one last time
Seven months in counting since he made me die that night
Seven months in counting and now he wants to do it right
He was shaking on my door step, smelt of shame and desperation
He promised to be gentle
He won't yell and fists won't fly
He just kept saying "forever"
"Forever baby, forever, just let me hold you for the night"
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 8:36 AM UTC
Christmas is worse then i expected.. With you not here I feel so neglected. Not a gift to open nor a hand to hold, I wish you were here just for one kiss... Slow..
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
I used too feel whole
Bowl after bowl
I'd watch my life each day
Just vaporize
Or go up in smoke
I gag and I choke
I sleep and I puke
When's it enough
I made out twice
It wasn't by fluke
Once to coke the other too ice
It wasn't till near death I realized
I need to wake up
And stop acting victimized
Too my surprise
I get too see another day
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
When you've been to Open Waters,
When you've driven through the Flood and Rain,
When you've seen what the World has to Offer,
When you've suffered through all that Pain,
I only hope you'll never Be Alone,
For I only wish that you'd Come On Home
So please, please, Come On Home!
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
Come home
please don't roam
we miss you
your making your family blue
were scared
did you really think that no one cared?
well we do!
oh, if you only knew!
come home please
i'm begging on my knees!
come home
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
Every morning, I check the pages
lonely or in love
I'm lost and only want your hug
I stare, at these empty web pages
You've done it again
You've vanished into thin air
Depressed and delusional
Did you find your way through prayer?
When you return will I still be beautiful
Will you be the way you were
Depressed and delusional
This won't be a blur
While I'm at your funeral
Don't die on me now
I can't stand this anymore
Lets make love not war
These web pages have been torn
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
Yell a little louder, I dare you
Your heart is a megaphone set to loud let it bleat its message
to the crows and crowds alike
Your mind is a violin, sitting like porcelain in a satin palace
Singing a somber tone to its audience of no one,
so alone.
Your spirit is a caged stalion
ready to rare, flash its teeth, grip its hind legs and stare
But in my arms you are a puppet
so warm and soft
I have trouble believing how much you must cost
because the wears you fetch and sell have amassed no fortune
and the hearts you keep in jars have long since stopped beating
move on with me,
skip town, come dance around
free as yetis,
and just as likely to exist,
my presence unkown to you now
will be the dowry on which our lives will finnally start
And in your eyes, I might finnaly exist
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
I could sit here and write a thousand poems about you,
And still not get tired.
Is that what happened to us?
Did you get tired?
Was I too much?
Was I an anchor, attached to your heart?
Did I pull you to the bottom of the sea?
Did I drown it?
It can’t be; cause since that day I’ve been coughing up water from the bottom of my lungs.
Some say I had drowned myself in your love,
That you’ve engulfed me,
That you’ve taken over my mind body and soul.
But you’re love gone wrong
And now everything tastes like you
Everything smells like you
I don’t even like my favourite song anymore, yes the one I forced you to listen to.
I hardly eat anymore
I’m surprised I sleep because most nights
It’s just me and that feeling of love gone wrong.
And i wish that i could forget about you
and move on,
seems like you have.
What went wrong?
Where did i go wrong?
I've tried crying but the tears don't come anymore,
I drag razors across my skin but it doesn't feel the same anymore.
Seems as if by body has gotten tired.
I'm tired, i'm tired of feeling this way.
Come home?
And this time, stay.
(h.s)
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
what if i told you that
that there are parts of my life
that move slower
because you're not in them?
what if i told you that I'm broken and my brain refuses to function,
since you changed?
being broken by you is like reading a story to a deaf child
expecting a smile
or a laugh
or a round of applause
but all that is returned
is a dead stare.
it's like looking for the sunlight in the middle of the night.
it's like playing the piano to a deaf man
in hopes that he'll finally hear,
playing- until your fingers are broken
because all he did was fall asleep.
being broken by you feels like calling your father, who had abandoned you,
for the last time on your 18th,
hoping he'll answer your last call,
but all you heard was: "sorry this number is no longer in service"
it's like repeating your favourite song over and over and over again
because for some reason you're always missing your favourite line.
and i look for you in missed calls and new text messages.
look for you through doorways,
hoping you'll walk through them
saying you're sorry,
and I'd say "It's okay",
as I always did.
being broken is a mother,
telling her son who has turned to drugs and gun to come home,
and he'll look through the window,
but he never opens the door.
he finally does, with a gunshot wound in his chest.
and words rolling of his tongue;
"mommy, I'm sorry"
being broken is me telling you to come home,
indicating to you that I, am home,
but you keep running past the door.
But i pray to God,
that you'll get tired
and stop running
and come home.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
It came in waves, as it normally does.
It swallowed me whole, a monotonous storm of thinned wires and broken teeth.
I shattered them on beer bottles the night you left, I think, but I can’t remember.
It’s been a while.
I remember the day you bumped into me in the liquor aisle.
You were smiling, and you asked me how things were going.
I wanted to drop to my knees and plead for you to love me again,
But there was something holding me back and it made me wonder if you actually ever did.
You told me about what you were celebrating for, how she lights up your world more than any champagne ever could.
No, I haven’t been seeing anybody.
I've seen you a few times behind my eyelids.
I fall apart a little too much.
I found it tedious,
How we were drinking on separate occasions.
I was drinking to rid myself of you for the next 48 hours,
And you were drinking to fall in love with someone over again.
I wish she was me, but you’re probably happy and that’s all I need to worry about.
I care about your happiness a lot more than mine.
It ended in a quick and bitter farewell, and you left with a smile.
I watched you walk away once again and this time I didn't even try to stop you.
Instead I grabbed the sloppiest **** I could find and left.
Somehow your number ended up in my recent calls again.
It has been almost three years since you've left.
I still see your eyes in the sky.
Sometimes, I’ll meet your breath at street corners
And after all of this time, it still lingers.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
It took me a while to understand that home isn’t always
A cottage,
A mansion,
Or a condo.
Sometimes home isn’t really a place at all
And, in fact,
Can be in somebody’s eyes,
In their heart,
In their veins.
I made home like no other
When I invited myself into your soul.
I saw the dark history
Of ****** messes you’ve made,
Every drunken mistake.
I saw beer bottles shattered
Left stranded on the floor
As you slept on the couch.
Tell me,
All about how she left you,
How you stitched your skin for her,
So she wouldn’t be so ashamed of you.
Tell me
About the time she kissed you,
And she tasted like honeysuckle
But she didn’t stay
And there was no “I love you, too.”
Tell me
About how the first woman you loved solved you,
But left with some of the puzzle pieces.
You said you wouldn’t find another girl like her again.
Tell me
About lonely nights with slutty girls,
Trying to get by with only an empty heart,
And broken promises.
Tell me, tell everyone,
About the pain you can not fix,
About the heart that couldn’t break.
I saw
The way your voice trembled at my touch,
The way your hands shook
When you heard “I love you too,”
From a girl who really meant it.
I saw
The way you struggled for so long,
Trying to find home in between bed sheets
But the way you realized that home could be with me.
Tell me
About how the blood was removed,
About how the pieces were picked up.
About how the puzzle was solved,
What peppermint tastes like instead,
About the warm bed you like to sleep in.
Tell me
About healed wounds and cheap perfume I like.
Tell me
About home,
And how it feels like me.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC
the same echo that resonates in my fourth story bedroom resonates in my soundless soul and in the ashtray that sits on my window sill
it shouts memories back at me from when we sat there
too dependent to care
before we turned cold and the marrow in our bones began to blacken
before we lost each other; to the ache of life itself
i shouldn’t have introduced you to cigarettes,
i shouldn’t have introduced you to depression or illness or satan himself
you claimed you had been there, you're different now
i’ve stained you with what i’ve been trying to run away from
now you're running away from me
too scared of pain and the void in your gut, i see you in everyone
i see you in myself
and i see myself in you
and i know that’s a cliché--
but it frightens me and settles me all at the same time,
something i don’t want to feel,
you were my home, i don’t have one anymore
i live on the streets looking for some sort of temporary house
to reside in
the homeless nights are the worst.
i used to vent my emotions to you without using a filter,
my thoughts, my routines, me...
i closed the vent now and pour the feelings into bottles labeled ‘don’t drink,’
i store them in dark, dusty corners
of myself, labeled 'don't enter,'
near ribcages and organs and sometimes i hope that one day,
when you somewhat heal,
and your therapist tells you you’ve done well,
you’ll get drunk off of me all over again… but don’t.
don’t poison yourself,
you’re too good of a human for that and maybe i’ve always been empty
but you filled my void, and i wont pretend that anyone else can.
somedays i wish you craved the toxic drink that i am.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC