You let me fall so easily Into the little space between your arm and chest You knew that I was drunk Intoxicated by the music, the dancing, the *****, and you My lips brushed against your cheek My fingers traced your lips Then my lips replaced my fingers I was too drunk to realize Until I pulled away You pulled me back in Passionate, passion I've yearned for Passion I had never received Now as reality displaces fantasy I know that I was just another girl A convenient option, a pit stop That you periodically stop in When did I become like this?
A friend asked me how to be a writer. I wanted to say, lock yourself in a room, scream until you have a poem and no voice. Open your veins and bleed until you know that your bones are pure words and sorrow. Act as if you slit your own throat and all you can bleed are your own regrets and all of the darkness you boxed up for inspiration. Write your mom a letter, tell her you're leaving and you won't be back for awhile Because being a writer is traveling through all seven layers of **** and denying anything is wrong. Forget loving yourself when all you have is a pen and paper fused to your wrist and Jesus is tapping at your skull saying turn back now. Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning It's just your soul clawing at the front door trying to get in. Learn how to be alone. Learn how to lose everything you have in order to feel release, learn how to only feel deceased from now on. A friend asked me how to be a writer. All I said was don't
You call me beautiful like it's my name Play with my hair, twisting it around your fingers Kissing my soul, but never my lips You draw me in like magnets Priming me until my skin is raw, until my heart is vulnerable And then you strike Shredding the idea of what could've been With your razor-sharp tongue Setting my soul on fire Burning me down, and you won't let me out Please just let me out If this is what your love is I don't know if I want it But call me beautiful one more time And I'll fall at your feet
He loves me, he loves me not Since when were those two things Mutually exclusive? To me it seems you both love and hate me Sweet sweet honey drips from your fangs As you drain me, why do you drain me There was a time where I would believe That I was the one to blame When you stuck a blade in my gut But look where I have come now To know that I deserve consistency And passion and respect and love To know that I deserve more Than you could ever offer me
The clock breaks my heart beat Into hours, minutes, seconds It reminds me to breathe Let my heart beat One, two, three Just make it through the next sixty seconds Through the next sixty minutes Through the entire day Four, five, six Until you're in your bed Staring at the ceiling Breathing, breathing You made it through the day But how do you make it through the night?