#thissucks
*and then
one day,
i just stopped
thinking
about
you
the way
i
do
now*
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
we live on opposite sides of the world //
you like red, i like blue
i don't know how long it'll be before i get to see you
i'm not even sure if we'll get along
if you know the tune to my favourite song
if our personalities are compatible
is this even going to be possible?
But god i hope one day the stars align
and our lives will finally entwine
that the cosmos will shift in place
so that we will get our first embrace.
maybe with the pull of the moon on the tides
we'll eventually get to be with the other, side by side.
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
My slight chill
Your warmth
My lithe fingers
Your palm
The top of your head
Your shoulders and ears
The curve of my jaw
My painted nails
Tracing lines down your forearms
My painted nails
Dug into your back
Your growled responses
Your imperfect grammar
My classroom dialect
Spoken soft into your shirt
Your stomach and navel
Your hips and thighs and knees
Your privates - and mine
Light came (comes) from us
Onto the bed, now
Bare-legged
Speaking little
My arched back a bowing swan
My palms gripping your tanned skin
Rise and fall
Shivering and savoring
Your heat and your flavor
Through the wringer
Heavy arms slung over my back
After Blind Nights in the Blue Ridges
Oh, I love you so.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC
Walk into class
Stop and stare
The tables been taken
Forced to sit with the rest
Myself and one other
Forced to do the unthinkable
Socialize
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC
Why do you wear maroon lipstick?
Why are there lip stains on that stem-less wine glass?
Why are you staring at the sunrise?
Why are you smiling?Why are you laughing?Why are you yelling?Why are you smoking?
Why are you running?Why do you let mascara smears on your cheeks?
Why would you argue?Why would you snap?
Why?
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
for whatever reason,
i can never be happy.
im always sad,
i always want to end my life.
no one could ever make me feel
the way that you do.
you make me feel like
i can recover from this irony.
you make me feel as if
im not worthless.
you make me feel like im important.
and i cant thank you enough for that.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC
Feminism is around today because men think saying "all men"
is worse than telling a women to "get back in the kitchen"
Because some men still treat women like objects
Because a woman can't dress how she wants
Without a man seeing it as an invitation
Because women are still told they must have been asking for it
Because women who have *** are *****
But guys who have *** are praised
Because men still think feminism is about superiority
Instead of equal rights
Because men think being a feminist is bad
But they start a trend of meninist
Because we are still writing articles and poems, and short films
about females having the same rights as men
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
Tell me you love me;
to get me through the day.
Call me words of endearment
so I can live the right way.
Basically, tell me you're still mine.
And that nothing ever happened last night.
Tell me I'm yours; like you did in public, in private,
under street lamps and under nothing but the stars.
Tell me you love me;
to get me through the day.
Call me baby, honey, sweety, and deary
and that you love me in everyway.
Tell me a lie.
Tell me a lie.
Tell me a lie.
So when I finally stop breathing tonight,
the tears I cry
will be nothing but for joy
for the thoughts of what we used to have
and the thoughts I wish I still had.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
I'm trembling, but who's to blame:
the dealer
or
the drug?
And, at this point, what's the difference?
I like the way the dealer warms me up, but I like the way the drug cools me down. I like the way they both make me crazy, but I love how they keep me sane. I love the way they whisper everything, but at night, they scream my name. I like the way the drug kisses my insides, and the dealer covers my skin. I love the way the drug feels like a virtue, and the dealer is nothing more than a sin.
I like the way this addiction is going, but I hate it all the same.
I wouldn't mind the dealer, if he wasn't the same place from which the drug came.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
I don't want to leave my room
because i know if i saw you I would follow you anywhere
I'm trying to make a house out of you
while you've already been made into an apartment complex
I hope your walls tumble down
and there's mould found in the corners and cracks of the kitchen
so you would come to me
so i could build the walls, so high
and sit inside you and not feel like this ever again
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC