youcantandwillnotknow

youcantandwillnotknow Sep 2013

a piece of my soul fell out
with every petal I plucked off.
he loved me.
he loved me not.
he left me.
he hurt me.
he ****** me up.

youcantandwillnotknow Sep 2013

Only Her

They could try to distract him
with tempting words but
he would never listen unless
they come out of her mouth.

They could try to ****** him
with skimpy dresses and flirty touches but
nothing else would be worth looking at
if it weren't her.

They could give him
all the money in the world but
truckloads of wealth could never come close
to the amount of love he has for her.

youcantandwillnotknow Sep 2013

2am

every night I like awake
terrified of falling asleep.
fighting to keep my eyelids open
despite their heaviness that patterns
the painful feeling in my chest.
I can't, I can't,
I whisper to myself
wishing I could be stuck
in permanent slumber.
wishing i could close my eyes
without ever having to open them again.
the light sound of rain seeps into my
consciousness as it lulls me to sleep.
I try to resist, but as my body gives in,
I'm defenseless.
my eyes shut, and
I finally detach myself from reality.
but I know I'll have to snap back eventually.

youcantandwillnotknow Sep 2013

Love?

You are the shard of glass
I hold in both my hands.
You slice through my skin
you make me wince in pain
and leave scars that last a lifetime.
You hurt me
yet I refuse to throw you away.

youcantandwillnotknow Sep 2013

Searching

I feel like
i've been blindfolded and
trapped into a dark room
no doors
no windows
nothing
but shards of glass all over the floor

and i've just been shoved to the ground.

youcantandwillnotknow Sep 2013

A Strange Kind of Nyctophilia

She finds her strength in the dark.
She loves the silence and the feeling
of being the only one left awake.
She smiles at the comfort of being wrapped in darkness
yet in the night, her demons come out to play;
to tug at her heartstrings
and mess with her head.
It's a battle with herself.
She struggles between dreamy thoughts
and fighting back tears
between thoughts of the future
and her horrible past dragging her back.
She's alone, though it feels like a war
with everyone engaging in combat inside of her
but she lies in bed with this thought in her head:
that she'd rather battle herself
than have to face anyone else.

youcantandwillnotknow Sep 2013

Damage

I don't know you that well,
but I wanted you from the moment
you caught my attention.

I don't know you that well,
but I see the pain in your eyes,
and the tragedy in the beautiful poetry you write.

I don't know you that well,
but I know that you're broken
and I'm pretty wrecked myself.

I don't know you that well,
but I hope you'd let me in
and allow me to be broken with you

for we could be the two pieces that
finally fit like *perfection.