He calls himself Peter Pan and he's looking for a new Neverland.
I feel him watching me thinking that I can't see.
But the shadow that he can never quite catch always winks at me when he leaves.
I turn to sneak a peak but I always find he's already looking at me.
I wonder how one can be young for eternity.
Wouldn't it get rather lonely?
I saw him again and he finally said "hello."
It was timid and shy but on the inside he's wild.
I couldn't help myself from my toothy smile.
There was nothing to say but "It took you a while."
We are going strong Peter and I.
In my ear he'll whisper sweet nothings and desire.
I'll just smile and kiss his pink lips.
Because what's left to be desired when you live eternally fighting pirate ships.
i'm in a dangerous state of mind
with no care for living this life
where human emotions are traded
for less than a pack of rubbers
but you didn't even use those
so how much did i truly mean
when the push came to shove
and grinding hips
with moaning lips
that whispered, screamed,
and cried his name
on the night you fucked my heart away
where loyalty takes a literal backseat
and a long term relationship
is laughing stock material
ha ha standup, ain't i funny
to look for something more than this
but i would choke on my own tongue
before i'd speak bad of you
my backstabbing lover
i hope to god it he was worth it
the cost was more than just tears
but blood spray on the bathroom mirror
and an empty place where i once
used to love
i can't find the will to care
more than a few half-hearted,
correct that, heartless
obscenities muttered under my breath
with murder on my mind
a 3:30am fantasy to help dull
the pain that i should be feeling
maybe i'm just a pessimist,
fatalist, cynical, and negative
but my lack of surprise cuts the most
lied to by my mind for those
two months of my life
that i thought i had it all
better to have loved and lost
but even better to fuck it all
and just go out with your name on my lips
and your lies in my heart
i hope you think of me when you're with him
that you choke on your tears
plagued with the worst emotions and loss
a better killer than any gun
Save me from the
place inside of me that Loathes my
help, it is pulling me
Dragging me deeper into to this
full of everything i hate. like
you, and me.
i hate You more than anything on the face of this planet, well
except for me.
i hate me hate me more than a mother hates the murderer of Her
this Calamitous pit inside me
like a Rabbit's hole i can
Never escape, no matter how i
scratch at the sides until my
there is a lot of blood
in this place.
It's the poison inside of me, the reason
why i breathe in short, wispy breaths. It's got to be
the answer. i've got to get the poison
i dig and dig.
dig, dig, dig, dig
and not once do i cry
i dig and dig. deeper
the Hot Malicious wine of my pain flows all around me and the world turns grey as my head begins to spin. i hear You. i know how much You hate me.
LEAVE ME ALONE GOD DAMMIT
the only colour i see now is the deep red of a rose as i clench my hands tighter around the thorns and then
The sound of my own breath
shocks me. i lay at the bottom of the bottomless cistern inside of my soul.
the air in my lungs hissing, as i lay there broken. Vulnerable.
in a pool of my own sorrow, thick and dark. You have left me
You were the only one i let into this place
You pushed me down. You killed me
please Someone help before the rasp in my chest completely fades.
i hate to see you this way.
You are my best friend,
i am yours.
You can't just die.
Dying isn't going to fix you,
or heal you.
i want to help you,
but i can't.
Our lives are so deeply intertwined,
but we are both so broken.
I want to hold you and tell you that
everything is going to be okay,
but the truth is,
You say you want to die.
You say no one will care,
no one understands you.
Well, what about me?
We are One. I can feel your heart
pound in my chest. I can also feel as you
tear it to shreds.
So if you die,
what about me?
I will die.
You can't leave the autumn leaves that crunch beneath
You can't vanish from all the photos We took, the memories
FOR FUCK'S SAKE WE ARE ONE
If you leave this world,
you'll leave it a murderer.
because at the moment Your heart stops in
i will die.
i write poems for fun.
i write poems for fun during lunch,
while all the other kids live their adolescent lives.
i write poems for fun on weekends,
while others are experimenting with drugs and alcohol at awesome house parties.
i write poems for fun alone,
while everyone else explores each other's bodies.
i write poems for fun. i cut myself for fun,
while all you other fuckers actually have fun.
i write poems for fun.
I have come to the conclusion,
I might be the only one who can help,
if the doctor found out about your head,
the pills would fuck with your meds,
I don't think your strong enough,
to wean off the addiction,
so the pills would twist you till your dead.
Council would help,
but you feel safe without the attention,
if people knew,
it could be fatal,
so I suppose I'm the only one,
who won't stop helping you,
so I'm your shot at redemption.
So what can I give you?
Vitamins and endorphins,
I won't stop trying,
even if I am good for nothing.