#from-wickedhope-to-rhymeswithpurple
Am I boiling beneath your skin yet
You waged war
When all I wanted was peace
Let's explode
Paint all over our bodies like canvases
I promised to paint you
And you promised me pianos and voices
Loudly roaring and softly muttering
I'm tired of all these promises to never lie
Never hurt me
You can't guarantee your future
Sure as hell not mine
So now that your skin
Bleeds purple and green
From my brush and needle
Are you ready
To believe me
Don't forget to breathe when I boil you through
For it was all you
You waged war
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
Andrew, Andrew
Stop letting me draw parallels between you two
Your name
Your parking spot
Your hair
Your glasses, sort of
Andrew, Andrew
Stop letting me draw parallels between you two
Staring at you in AP Chemistry (even though I'm still not in it)
Silly little cartoons on notes that make me smile
You stopping after Spanish 3
Your taste in anime and games
Andrew, Andrew
Stop letting me draw parallels between you two
Driving me home
Driving me insane with your poetry
Awake at all hours
Toying with my wants, desires
Andrew, Andrew
Stop letting me draw parallels between you two --
Be the one to follow through
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
You know what?
Two days ago?
That last picture of me?
That's all you're getting.
I'm setting myself free.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
I often wish you met me first.
If only we met before
they gave you promises of desire
they were never sure they'd keep,
before they used you
to fill their boredom in between.
I wish there was a way you'd
let yourself love me,
or try to.
I want to give you
anything and everything
you could ask for.
But you only strip off the parts
that you feel can't hurt you.
I can only guess that
the part of you that wants me too
is the same part that doesn't want to
lose yourself in someone else like them.
I just wish you met me first.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC
Are you looking at me?
I don't know why
I still want you to.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
the eyes.
it's always the eyes that get me.
and i stopped seeing yours --
looking into those pools of blue...
trying to figure you out,
even though i already knew.
you've moved away,
though i suppose i've moved too.
i just didn't quite realize
how much of my muse
was you.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
I drown in sadness
I don't let go
It's my curse
The curse of strings
Tied so tightly they choke me
I can't break the bonds
No matter how I try
I am caught in a web
Of memories
Of hope
Of dreams
Of the past
Cut short
By me
I am a knife
A knife that can't cut myself loose
Only scare away
I threaten, I menace
Yet I remain bonded
I suppose even the sharpest blades have their limits
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
I never asked you to be the exception to all my rules
But it's happened and I don't know how to take it back
So I'm asking you to come find me tonight
I'll be the one waiting under the bright lights
The girl singing off key, hoping you'll find it in you
To just maybe love me
Is there any chance you could love me
I never asked you to come along and charm me that first day
Talking in charades with those striking blue eyes
So I'm hoping that perhaps you'll think of me tonight
I'll be the dancer waltzing through your dreams
Praying you just might take a second glance at me
To just maybe love me
Is there any chance you could love me
I never asked you to make me fall in love with you
There isn't any grand thing about you that draws me in
It's your little idiosyncrasies that are my addictions
I know I'm bad luck and poor company
And I'm unfortunately terrified of my infatuation
Oh, but I do love you
Is there any chance you could love me
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
A delusional, desperate high
Where I seem to have
Made more of a stranger
Of the boy with the blue eyes
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
*Paint me.
If you can't paint, then
Paint me.*
Let me be a draft:
M o l d e d from your* muse,*
All of your PASSION in one place
And then
F o r g o t t e n or** trashed.**
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
You're either busy and I'm paranoid,
Or I ****** up more than I thought.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
I am cold
And you're far away
My hands are covered in stars
I am crying
And you're probably asleep
My hands are covered in snow
I am candlewax
And you are matches
My hands are covered in sins
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
I'm in love
with this incredible pair of
blue eyes.
The bluest blue you've ever seen.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
Buy me a bottle of whatever you're drinking
cause I'm trying to bury myself in the grave next to your hollow bones
Pace through the traffic back and forth
Maybe I'm blindfolded or just plain blind
Buy me another bottle of whatever you're drinking
cause I'm tired of pretending I'm at war when all I want is peace
I'm staring at the stars, I followed your eyes there
Now I find myself praying you might shift your gaze
Maybe glance at me when I'm not looking
I'll take another round of whatever you're drinking
cause I'm hoping your skeletons are as dark as they look
Lately it's been too bright to sleep
I can see carpe noctem etched in your fingertips
Like a print: your identity
I'll have another glass of whatever you're drinking
cause I can't think of another way to get close to you
For I'm already buried by your hollow bones
I'll take one last shot of whatever we've been drinking
cause it has to be better than drinking the same old **** alone
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
Why do they distract me so?
One object makes me stare.
I'd decided to walk away from that ridiculous fantasy...
But that dream? What was that?
I'm not sure what way it swayed me last night,
But today, that change,
I just couldn't look away...
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC