Speechless.I wanted to writea poem foryou,but when you leftyou took everything,even the wordsI never spoke.
december.and when they take meto the morgue,will you see the differencebetween my skin and the sheet?and when they close my eyesplease be standing over me,so that your facewill be the last thing they see.and when those tears falldown from your facepour them on my lips,so i can take you with me.and when they look awaycaress my bloodless face,give me one last gush ofwarmth.and when they bring the casketgently tuck me away to sleep,read me one last storyfrom that book atop the shelf.and when they place me in the ground,beneath six feet of dirt,leave your footprints in the snowand please don't let them melt.and when I fall to helli'll be waiting at the gates,but darling please take your timethere is no need to rush.
Recast.It's not naturalfor a corpse to beso warmand a living soulto be so cold.Let's switch places;allow me to lie in yourcoffin,while you sleepin my bed.
midnights always last longer than they should.i spend sleepless nights in my roomstaring at your picture on my mirrorand wondering why on earth someone as beautiful as youwould ever love someone like me,but then i rememberyou don't.
rain.i still have buckets in my roomfrom when you poured your heart out.plastic pails full of pain and loveand lust and tears and names and smiles.i don't know why i keep them...maybe i hope one day you'll come backto claim them.or when i'm being really dumbi let myself hope that you'll come back anywayfor me.
Flawed Canvas.Your lipsleft watercolorstainsall across my heart.My blood isn't evencrimson anymore,its a pale and dyinglilacthat bleeds onto the floorand paints a pictureof you.
How Love Works.I neverfell in love withyou,you neverfell in love withme.Your demonsfell in love withmine,my demonsfell in love withyours.
5:17 AMand it's sad to thinkthat if you came backto tear me apartagain,i'd let you.
Roses Can Change.White roses make youcrybecause they remind youof him.To see you smileand take the painfrom your eyes,I'd prick each of myfingertipsand drip my bloodonto each velvet petalthat adorns the snaking vineso that the red roseswill make you thinkof me.
where do you fall when you fall in love?i see my voice curl toward the sky in crystal breathsas i stand beneath the stars and ask the gods"where do you fall when you fall in love?"and in the distant thunder roars as zeus clears his throat.lightening strikes to start a fireand in anticipation i sit by the flames as he begins his story."love," he says, "is the beautiful medicationthat we drink to still our pain,but often it is overdosedand we always end up crashinglike a star falling from my sky."as i watch the shadows dance about his faceaphrodite proudly walks to uswith her golden grace and emerald eyes."there's a kingdom," she says with ivory verse, "just below the seaand it awaits young lovers therewhere they drown for all eternity."at the mention of the sea, poseidon falls down to usfrom his chariot atop the cliff and in his booming voice he declares;"and in that cavern the butterflies are drenchedand with heavy wings they cannot flyso they suffocate the lovers."with the quietest gait of a clumsy fox
funny how a corpse is still wasting oxygen.i killed myself when i was six-years-oldone stormy night in a bathtubfilled with too much water.i didn't know that at that same momentmy cat had gotten ran overin the streetand my favorite treehadn't survived the storm.i wonder why my parents are so contentliving with a ghost.
my body's slave is my mind.it's barely summerbut i've forgotten how to breathe;i fall in love with strangersbefore they even speak.it's like i'mentangledwithin the pulsating crowdlike a fly trapped in a spider's web;questions are spunall around.inferiority screams in my ear& consumes all thoughtsuntil i can't hearall the questions that are caughtbetween threads of my insecurities,weaving around& aroundthe fabric of my being -tightening its gripwith everyone seeingmechoking.it's barely summerbut i can feelwinter's chill:each pump of my left ventricleis an exertion against will,& leaves me cripple& frozen, still -but feeling like i could runbefore you could catch me.i watch the moontrade places with the sun,racing against time,but my dayhas still not yetbegun.
long distance relationship.and do you thinkthe moonever gets sadwhen the sun leaves herto shine forus?
They Call This Drowning.We fell in love;A deep and surgingwatercolor seawith lilac waves thatwrestled with our ailingbodies,and azure air that choked ourlungs.We were in over our heads.
contrast without the compare.when i look in a mirror,i don't see what i ami see everything i'm notand can never be.
jigsaw puzzle.i found you as brokenpiecesscattered about the ground,all mixed upin the dirt.it took some time,but i did tryto reassemble your body and mindand to mend that velvetheart.i didn't have the boxto go bybut i think the outcomeis beautiful.
Empty Pages.You are the perfect story,A plot unfurling from your touch,And poetry in your eyes.You speak with golden glory,Into sentences of hate,And promises of lies.You are the bookI never had the words to write.
i think most people would call you a regret.you're the mistake i'd gladly makefor the rest of my life.but i'm just a few saturday nightsback in november.
Glassi found a mangled bodyand tried to fix it.but i got too closeand ended up cutting myselfon the jagged remains.the bleeding hasn't stopped.
What I Gave YouI gave you my timeAnd you wasted itI gave you my loveAnd you ignored itI gave you my heartAnd you broke itI gave you my soulAnd you lost itI gave you my lifeAnd you sent me to Hell
.i think you know of hair wound tight round a hand like ropeof thoughts that sail in and let down anchorin the night, sleep drifting away on the black tide,i think you know of god up in the crow's nest, keeping watchhis eyes have rolled at us so much they rattle, loose nowin their pits like marbles, they say he knowsi have examined the slides of my childhood, uprooted my body,yanked myself out of my years with my own gloved handlike a weed and stared in disgust, it's only naturalthat you should still want to sleep with one arm overyour head, she said, don't you think?i think the sun lit upthe world's scarsand felt bad, hung its headthrough the horizonand cried in shamenow i don't think it's evergoing to stop raining(i am holding up my mind, i am shoving it in your face)
Broken and despisedLittle girlOnce so inocentNow broken to the coreOf her very beingHer once free mindNow trapped in a nightmareHer once pure heartShattered into tiny piecesHer once hopeful soulOverwhelmed by darkness and despairAnd no one noticesBecause she hides her scarsUnder long sleevesBecause she hides her painBehind a fake smile...
I Love YouHey, listenYouYes youCan I just tell youHow much I love you?How much I care about you?Hey youDo you even understandHow much you've done for me?How much you mean to me?Every time I see your faceMy heart fluttersEvery time I hear your nameMy eyes light up like ChristmasEvery time you talk to meI can't stop smilingAnd my mom thinks I'm crazyBecause I giggle for no reasonShe doesn't knowThe reason is youBecause I often think about the funny things you say to meAnd I can't help myselfAnd when I'm downYou lift me upWhen I'm sadYou make me happyWhen I'm cryingYou make me laughWhen I'm frowningYou make me smileWhen I tell you I'm stupidYou tell me I'm a geniusWhen I tell you I'm uglyYou tell me I'm a princessWhen I tell you I hate myselfYou tell me you love meWhen I tell you I'm a horrible personYou tell me I'm amazingWhen I tell you my writing sucksYou tell me I write the best stories in the worldWhen I tell you I'm Forever AloneYou make sure I'm Never
Horror me up HaikuFeed myself horror,I need to believe that this -isn't all that is.
how to win my hearti.take me to the local dinerand order a meal for twothat we can share togetherii.give me a mason jarthat's filled with flowers that you picked outjust for meand attach a cute little note to the sideiii.tell me that you adore my writingand spend the entire day with me,reading all of my poetry and storiesiv.give me plenty of chocolate and lovewhen i'm feeling sad,and lots of hugs and massageswhen i'm feeling badv.build pillow and blanket forts with meand hopefully we can cuddle and watchDisney movies togethervi.take me to concertsso that we can see our favorite bandsand have an unforgettable nightvii.lend me your favorite booksso that we can discuss our favorite charactersand talk to each other all nightabout how it should have endedviii.send me stupid pictures and messagesthat make my day
.hatredis in labour,would givebirth toforgivenessif i let it(no)
-six word story-kiss me till my sadness melts
One Day His Life Will Be a Classic.There's sorrowon his lips,and sonnetsin his eyes.Each scar on his wrist,speaks in fatal monologue.He lives a tragedynot evenShakespeare could write.