i'm probably better off without it.in an effort to replacethe one you lost,you tore the heartfrom my sleeveand trapped it inyour chest.
X.your lovewas like the pills,they were bothsupposed to heal me.imagine the surpriseas they raceto determine which onekilled me.
to say i'm sorry is so cliche.and on your flawless face,in the hollows of your cheeks,i poured my every secretin the form of silver tears.
hushed.i'd tell you allthat's wrong,but I'm scared you'ddrown.
i hope you remember to bring the flowers.the stars whispered lateone nightas we lay beneath theirgrandeur."what if i die today?" you asked.and i told you in that case,i'd see you by tomorrow.
stupid youth.my lungs whispered and asked the smoketo danceto the sound of your slurred voicesinging off keyto whatever song came on the radio.i'm sure the stars looked down on usin amusementas we laughed and ran about that dying meadowin the ides of october.there's something bordering on nostalgiai feel for that scuffed leather jacketyou always wear.but maybe it's just dreaming.and when we finally started back homewe could have diedand for once in our livesit would have been with smiles on our faces.i wonder what the coroner would havethought.
epitaphs don't count as love letters.he said my eyesgasped like a dying breathand he wasn't going to wait aroundfor the funeral.
hollow.i gave you everythingi hadjust to make you wholeonce more,and then you left meempty.and now i wanderlike a ghostjust searching for some placeto haunt,because your dooris closed to me.
*and in that timewhen i shall die,wilt and float away,placed upon the pedestalfor judgement day,i hope god steps asideand let's you read my namefrom forth the golden pages.i cannot imaginea more beautiful sentenceto hell.
strong, held the seashorelet yourworld crumbleand then collectevery grain of sandto buildnew castles
meadows.you only ever picked dead flowersbecause you wanted to leave the living onesfor others to admire...i guess that's why you chose meover everyone else.
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.
ugly/beautya goddess taught me how to carvehighways into my arms, but she neversaid my blood would cease flowing. soi washed my veins with ink and lead,turned my sorrow inside out, and neverspoke to her again.
what words cannot describe.they say a pictureis worth a thousand words,but when i see your facetime-zones awaya million praisesrush to my lips.and yet when you're standingright before mewith those pale eyes glowingmy throat is lockedand i am speechless,because "beautiful"is so vaguecompared to you.
cigarette boxes.you were once my addiction,the force i would so gladlydie from.then they took you away,to the hospital,and now you've changed.your eyes are distantyour voice is empty,there's nothing leftto breathe in.
i feel like this can't be titled.i filled my veinswith that rain that smells like you.vacate my lungsand put the oxygen back,i'm tired of drowningin your watercolor paints.my lips suffocate beneath yours,but that's okayi never liked mineanyway.my hand feels emptywithout yours;my heart feels distantwith yours.i don't know what you mean,not anymore,not even when you speak.i'm sorry you never got the chanceto hurt me,because i always hurt myself,but if you come backyou'll have another chance.is this the partwhere you say you're sorry,even if you aren't?
june 1st: an anniversaryweary nights whisper bitterlythe dying echoes of an ambulance's cry,phones buzzing and hospital lights,memories that i don't want...this day that shouldn't be.i kept each tearyour heavenly eyes shedand compiled them togetherinto an ocean;i'm ready to drown.the breaths we sharedand the oxygen you poured into my lungsi used to fashion this summer breezethat tear daisies apart;maybe it'll break me like the petals.there are freckles on my arms,trailblazers of your fingertips,touches long left feltand now with vacant longing;can a broken heart kill me?there's a hollow space in my bedan impression shaped like you're bodyand without you heremy shadow is lonely.i'll find you in my dreams.and now, darling, you're not dead,you're still singing in my head.i miss you.i need you.i love you.come back.
you were the poison i couldn't wait to drink.ten thousand facescould reflect in that broken mirrorhanging behind my door,but i'll only ever see yours.other namesmay rest upon my lips,though none of themcould taste like yours.i find it funnyin a tragic, pathetic waythat no matter who is speakingit is your voiceresonating in their throats.i could burn my fingertips,so that all sensations numb,but every time i trace my memoriesyour skin would still feel like a thousand flawlessfeathers.and i could give away my heartto the most ruthless hurricane,but even it's caresswould not cut melike yours.
The MonstersThe Monsters don't hide under my bed. They never did.They saunter with pride under the sun and lurk in the dark.They don't have nor need fangs to bite into flesh,for their words sink into my skin until my eyes bleed tears.Their condescending laughter scathes my confidence as they tell me,that I'll never be good enough, that I'm not pretty, I'm stupid,that I'll never be somebody.Monsters don't have rough matted fur, or wear rags.With well combed hair and a wardrobe full of disguises,they wear everything from designer shoes and dresses,to combat boots to letterman jackets.All the while donning shiny plastic smiles, bubbly laughs,caked layers of makeup and a shield of charming lies,to cloak their rotten personality.Monsters still go after children.They hunt them in the halls, waiting for their chance.Looking for the right victim to step on, just to have a laugh.Climbing higher on their mountain of ego,piled with the bodies of broken spirits that weep rivers that run to t
of me and youthe day you stopped touching me was the day istopped speaking to myself. and the silence nearly killed me
i miss youI'm going through my messagesand pictures on my phone.A tear escapes my eye as I readold conversations between us.I still remember how youwould come over every weekendand watch movies with meuntil we fell asleep on the couch.Your parents still haven't been in your roomsince the accident.I'm the only one who's been in there.People at school say that they miss youand that they wish they got toknow you better.But I know that they're lying.The teachers have been nicer to me,since they know that I was your best friend.No one knows how much I miss you.I wish that you were still hereso that I could have someone to talk toat lunch time.I don't have anyone now.I know it wasn't my fault,but I can't help but feel guilty.I had told you numerous times to put on your seat belt,but you just wouldn't listen.We were driving through the intersection,and I saw a car in the corner of my eye.It wasn't going to stop,even though the the light was red.I had said "Look out!",and
Wake Up And Smell The Coffin(It's no wonder you're so blue,Holding your breath for four years.You can't be serious.)Maybe it was all just a bad dream.If it doesn't hurt when you open your eyes, then it wasn't real.And if it does, then I can't say I know exactly how you feel.What happens in Vegas might stay in your veinsBut you can hide it with your teeth if you need to.You know as well as I do.It's not my fault your world forgot how to spin.You know as well as I doYou don't know me as well as you try to.You don't know me at all.And I don't remember what happened in Vegas.I don't have the time, I never did, I never will.And I wish you could play more than one bloody song On that tiny violin.
fourdo not wish upona star, the starsare dead; the skyis filled with corpses
WallsTell them all your secrets.They'll never tell a soul.They'll keep you standing upWhen your body's had its toll.Beat them in your anger.They'll never scream or cry.They'll let you vent your feelingsAnd never pester why.Hide within their safety.They'll keep you tucked away.They'll let in just enough lightFor you to know it's day.
nothing caught beneath my wingsi was a bird when youwere just a little grainof rice forgotten on theshore, and i ate you up.devoured you, sucked themilky marrow from your core.but oh, how you filled allmy empty spaces, swelledand sprawled into my verybeing, until i was fitto burst and finally whole.
I Loved A GirlI loved a girl – she smelled like August melancholy,sweeter still,she carried the scent of festival emotions,tempered by the midnight flamesand fireflies' glow.I loved a girl – her hair, the gentle hue of embers,reflected dancing candlelight,while in her eyes, as brown as mahogany,I discovered tiny galaxies,but most importantly – I saw my smile.I loved a girl – I sensed her heartbeat,playing to the rhythm of my breath.Her every word,imprinted tender cherry blossoms,onto my soul.I loved a girl – her lips tasted like morning aircool against my heavy forehead,her skin, softer than satin threads,played games with the waning moonbeams -its gravity, I could not resist, like the Sun,cannot escape the zenith, on Summer solstice.I loved a girl – she made me happy,and sadly - I love her still.
42you should neverlove a poet, do not trustthem with yourheart - love may betheir language, butthey are always best atbreaking.
happy family.and it would make no differenceif these walls couldtalk,because even they know whento keep quiet.