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TPS Mar 2023
drunk off nostalgia
warm, tanned skin
always hungry, ready to sin

smoke in our lungs
passion all over your tongue
all dressed up, the taste of ***

queen of spades, frozen lemonade
sad eyes and feeling strange
you say we got it made in the shade

nothing is ever as it seems
not you, not me
was it all a dream?

angry fists I no longer miss
not your grip, not your kiss
just drunk off nostalgia
hard not to reminisce
TPS Dec 2019
There’s an entire piano in my chest
Banging the wrong notes and foolishly playing out of tune chords
I wish I could write something beautiful but my inner metronome is out of whack
Every time I open my mouth nothing comes out
I want to run from the thing under my bed
He comes out to play and gets in my head
Spinning around and around
I choke on my own tongue
Everything is so **** dark these days
All I want is to write something beautiful
TPS Dec 2019
You must remind yourself of the reasons you left
You are a cinematic masterpiece on repeat
You are not to keep your thoughts quiet
Just a single breath and you could conduct a whole orchestra
He planted his forbidden fruit and asked you to grow
Your ripeness and colors overflowed his garden
He ****** you dry and left you to wilt
You will grow again in richer soil
TPS Sep 2018
You brought me roses every sunday and kissed me on the forehead
“My future wife, love of my life” there’s not a card I haven’t kept
I don”t know what exactly happened or how you slipped away
but my heart is missing it’s home
So when you find your way, you know the only path
love letters & roses every Sunday, please
I'll dust off the welcome mat
TPS Oct 2017
This ones for you J -
I look for you in every burning star
Every passing car
Where the hell are you?
Those big brown eyes of yours
The way you loved me like you could die
I will wait for you for a thousand years
I will suffer the cold of every winter and the flames of every summer
You are my home
Light of my life, fire of my *****
TPS Apr 2017
Why am I still holding on to something that is no longer there?
A blurry photo, a broken ring

So what if the **** phone doesn’t light up with your name
I know you’re there somewhere with a lousy look on your face trying to fit in with the crowd

You always said you’d never let them get inside your head
Yet here I’ll sit and wait and slam the bottle across my ****** knees cause hell it’d hurt a lot less than this void you left in me

I’ll fill it with poison and empty hearts til I’ve had enough and come crawling to your doorstep with my hands around my own neck because I really did it this time
TPS Apr 2017
I know she’s there
she’s tucked away in the most hidden parts of your mind
I know you try to forget
but she’ll always linger in your head
Just look at me
& you can put her to rest.
take me to bed
get her out of your head.
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