If you close your eyes and listen, you'll hear melodies ,I swear
they sing so you don't ever have to, they sing so you wont be alone
I remember that December, how the ice clung to your shoes
and when you looked at me and smiled I felt a sadness in the air.

We were not made for this.
We are not capable of heartache
but we still hear those songs
and we still somehow carry on.

Christmas has never felt so ******* lonely

Even when i'm harmless,
you treat me like a gun.

I take you like a drug,
Like a needle to a vein,
I let you swim inside my soul,
I let you rush into my brain.
I lock your name inside my ribs,
Like keeping love inside a box,
I stitch your words into my skin,
I live for you at any cost.

And I know I’m a bleeding heartache,
And I know I’m blind and lost
But with your body right beside me
I love for you at any cost.

I'm not sad, I'm just a little less alive

Go ahead.

Write a poem about it.

We both know I was wrong.

You speak impetuously
Daggers form on your tongue
They cut me open and leave me shaking.

I have my thoughts
You give them truth
I can taste your feelings in your kiss

It’s all i want.



But i’m not worth what i want.

The only difference is that she means nothing to me,
but he means everything to you.

Funny how he is the one you tell me not to worry about...

I have pictured our apartment far too many times to ever say "we're done".

Hands should hold hands,
not the other person's throat.
We can do this.
I love you

I'm still holding, you're still pushing,
poems drowning me in pain,
you speak your problems in soliloquy,
but shatter silence in written phrase.
You told me, wounded and through tears,
that there was nothing I could do,
though I applaud at your careless dancing,
I'm an audience when you're blue.
And you have me on my knees,
when the tattered curtain falls,
how I wish to be beside you,
when the bitter sadness calls.
And I'm broken when you've spoken,
your kind words through white teeth,
as your poems start to unravel,
all the pain that lies beneath.

I miss your words.
They would make me feel loved.
I liked being the thought,
that you put into art.

You haven’t written in forever.
I miss it.
a lot.
And if you look back through your old poems, you see that they’re all blue.

Did I make you stop?

Fluorescent lights make the thoughts in my head look so jumbled on paper. I’m trying to clear my mind but it’s going faster than a bullet. There was red, and your face, and i thought that I scared you, like there was some hidden part of me that caused you to look at me differently. Then there was rage and open flesh and the tears of a mother, and that was the moment where I was at my lowest. Ever. Then there was street lights and oceans and pretending i’m fine, while knowing the outcome was far from good. Then there was green, and fear, and the shaking of my hands. If only my bandages could heal my heavy heart.

I said,
"There's more heart within this basement than within these hollow politicians,
whether it be a lot or a little, I know my songs can still make a difference,
we have the microphones and speakers, and there's distortion on our guitars,
My songs will make a difference. My songs will heal your scars."

And I've never heard truth ring so loud in my life,
these words pierced ears like the point of a knife.
I've been so lost in my rhetoric, so hesitant in my will,
now, my band is my weapon and my ammo is my skill.

You don’t write anymore.
I guess that’s okay.
but you used to write little poems that painted your love for me.
So now I sit and wonder,
Is that little part of us gone?
Should I stop writing too?
Or do I keep holding on?

I don't sever ties, I just loosen the ropes
It's a small price to pay for never giving up hope
I don't burn brides, I just close them off
because maybe one day I'll miss you too much

I feel like the itching beneath your skin.
I'm hated by you.
You're annoyed by me,
But you can't seem to get rid of me.

There's a girl who smiles all the time,
who  fits perfectly in my arms,
and takes away all of my sadness.
She cares for all of my wounds,
and she holds me when I cry,
and I know it sounds weird,
but I love what we have.
I love when I’m shaking and she tells me that it’s okay,
I love when I’m broken and she holds me until I’m whole
I love when her presence lightens up my entire day.
I know that I’m sad, but she can fix it any day.
She is the melody of a love song that is stuck in my head.
She is the place I go to hide when I’m lost and scared.
She is a daisy in a field that is waiting to be picked.


I’ll pick you, my wild flower,
and I’ll wear you behind my ear,
So you can whisper those three words when it’s what I need to hear.

I know you can't help it,
If you could change, you would.
But I swear to god bells,
You look like a ******* angel.

"I just act like this"

Quite?
Upset?
Distant?

you don't act like this normally.
certainly not around other people.
So don't lie when I ask whats wrong.
tear me in half.

I have to pry to get you to even remotely enter a conversation.
You don't answer my questions.
They're not rhetorical.
I do it to connect.
It feels as if you have given up.
And the worst part is you not telling me.
I'm lost, and you're quiet.
I'm hurt, and it's fine.
I'm drowning, and it's sunny.
I'm depressed, but were fine.

Right now,
in this moment,
I'm next to you,
and you're worlds away.

Dodging questions like bullets
Leaving silence after sorry
We're going around in circles
Your unspoken hatred haunts me

I do my best to ignore it
I know it's all in my head
I'm painting you pretty pictures,
And I'm drenching them In red.

There's no hope in your voice anymore,
There's no point in running from failure,
Whats the point in fighting back,
When we both know were lost.

Where would we be If I wasn't a mess?
I'm sure it's close to better off.
Where would you be if I never ****** up?
I'm sure it's close to happy.

Go to hell.
You can be two faced there.
My skin is made of paper and your words are open flames.
And don't you dare tell me you love me with the same tongue that burns me.

I'm depressed.

You Depress me...
I let you Depress me...
I let Depression get between us...

I'm Depressed.

Calling me a hypocrite is very hypocritical of you.

I’m getting therapy

"I love you" sounds good when I'm listening to your sweet and stuttered -  breaths.
Kissing the spots on your neck that make you start to smile.
Holding your head to my chest and thinking "You're all I need",
But never muttering the words out loud.
Because you already know.
My delicate fingers trace the invisible lines that run along your soft skin,
like highways beneath my over-sized tee shirt that I let you wear.
The words from the lips that will tease me with a kiss,
"I love you" sounds good when were alone.

"I love you" sounds good when You're sitting across the table,
Staring back into my eyes after laughing at a ****** joke
Ill take a sip of my coffee and hold your hand on top of the table
And well talk forever about each others lives.
We revisit old memories while making beautiful new ones
And Ill struggle to listen because I'm too busy thinking,
How good you look now under these tacky diner lights
"I love you sounds" good on a date night

"I love you" sounds good when I'm feeling broken,
and my eyes start to water and my hands start to shake.
I tell you how its my fault, how I'm just another mess,
and you hold me in your arms and keep me from drowning.
I've had a rough day,
and I need to break down,
And then I see you smile,
And everything is fine.
"I love you" sounds good when you're on my side.

The truth is that deep down I knew I didn’t deserve to see you.
I didn’t deserve a resolution.

Her strength is in her patience and she shows it in a smile, while she sits across from me in my room while i’m sobbing.
She holds me trying to calm me as she tells me how it’s okay.

She dances on the line of me breaking and me broken.

I think it’s beautiful how you’re so perfect for me.

If looks could ****, you took my life, you made my heart beat race.
If looks could ****, you took my life, you have such a pretty face.

Perfect pitch hurts like a *****.

The happiness of others depresses me,
because I'm so ****** up in the head,
when you put roses on my gravestone,
Just make sure the roses are dead.