#threeyears
In her I've found the one whom
My soul will dance with forever
The one who sings and creates
And listens with me; my entire band
The one who never lets me stop
Laughing, and pushes me to tears
any way she can
The one with whom I'm never alone,
My best of friends, more than a part
of me
The one who lights and escaltes my
Life to brights and heights I never
could have ever in forever
possibly imagined.
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 4:35 AM UTC
You ignited a most magnificent flame inside of me, one that was slightly bigger than a birthday candle. You helped me find the significance of who I am, but all that changed when I ****** up. God, I ****** up. I begged and begged and you said no, and that you were done with me. Hearing you say that froze my entire body in half a second. My heart was in shambles. The fire had been blown out. The colors in my eyes went straight grey. It has been three years since then. I haven't been the same. You would hate who I am now, you would even be embarrassed to say you knew me. You would not approve of the things I've done in spite of you... I texted you last year on Feb 28.. You never texted back. That no reply back didn't even hurt me. It only started another fire inside me. Except this time it instantly became a ******* wildfire, because of the hatred passion I now have for you. Not because you never texted me back, but because you act as if I meant nothing to you. So **** you. **** you, for having an affect on me. **** you, for the **** wildfire I can no longer control. **** you, for the **** you've put me through. **** you.. **** you for still being on my mind after three years.. **** you for being the first person to break my ******* heart.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
Over hearing conversations
To the likes of
"Do you think I should text him"
And waitresses like chickens without heads
In a 12 table establishment
My eggs are runny I find
I've grown quite fond of
Slurping up their insides
This scene is unappealing
So it's time for me to leave
Snow slushes beneath my feet
Winter gets the best of me
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
we take a breath
I have a smoke
thank you for giving me your cold
you rub the menthol on my chest
I hold the camphor to my breast
sometimes all it takes is just a jacket button to break.
10 minutes on they'll drink champagne
and have their fun with party games
everybody yelling "cheese"
10 minutes from a third-world country
in the shadow of the rock
they don't have anyone that'll help
there isn't garbage on the ground
its the street that makes up the whole town
I know you don't even want to talk
You won't even take my calls}
After three years on and off
I would do anything at all.
Have the child of my blood
Then with blood I'd have enough.
Just a picture fairy tale
For a man with a cold and betrayed.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC