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.
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
5:17 AMand it's sad to thinkthat if you came backto tear me apartagain,i'd let you.
whispers.i was so hesitantto take your hand,because when you said you loved mei knew you meant itand that scared the hell out of me.
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.
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.
you're so blind.here i am drowningand you have no idea what to do,you're so lostand panicking.why don't you take your handsoff my shoulders?
quiet nights.i just wanted you to hold meso tight my bones broke,but the force cracked my heartinstead.
how to love a boy who is lost.falllike you're jumping from a cliffinto a thrashing sea whose waters you cannot tread,dive into their depths and fill your lungs with waves.just don't close your eyes,because you have to search for him.feel your weight drag you to the bottom,feel the ocean embrace youand don't be afraid of that pounding in your chest.each heartbeat is sonara signal calling him and his calling you.learn to swim nowif you drown you cannot save him.swim to the fallen cities,the submerged castlesand maritime gardens.there you'll find him,lost in thought and studying the fish.i hope you saved some oxygenso you can breathe during the kiss.
numb.i'm left standing in the rain,holding every death like a bouquet of flowers,but damn aren't these daisiesbeautiful?
this can't be pain, it hurts too much.i always fall addictedto dangerous things,but at least cigaretteswarn me on the label.your smile read only innocence,but i guess that's my faultfor misinterpretation.
left.i just needed you to staybut you couldn't hear me beg you,because the world outsidewas so damn loud.
right now it's raining outside.i take the things i loveand hold them tight like a rose beneath my fingers,my knuckles manage to fade a whiter hueand slowly the petals bleed,and i'm left with the crumbled thornsof painful regret.they would have been better offhad i just let themgo.
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.
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.
beautiful.i want herlike the atlantic needs a storm,but she's causing hurricanesto flutter in some other boy'ssoul.
the lace curtains drowned in the rain.you told me i wasn't allowedto write poems about you anymore.but it's like when my doctor tells my handsnot to shake;i can't control it.
metamorphic.being a ghosthas lost its appealand i just want to slip back into the autumn warmthof human skin,but that sweaterno longer fits.
tenI've politely declined deathfor maybe the seventh timebut he's a rather persistentfellow; he never lets myfingerstray toofar fromthe trigger
NothingI heard someone sarcastically sputter,"You are what you eat."But hearing that sole sentenceallowed me to finally understandwhy I amwhat I am:Nothing.
.just breathing isn 't enough -i need to scream to remind you I'mstill alive.
.and this beating in my chestmight just be the banging of someonetrying to break free.
Dimpled Boys Bring HeartbreakWhen we met, I was eight and you were ten. I don't remember how you looked back then or how you spoke. You can. But I'm not you.-When we start talking again, you're fourteen and I'm twelve. I meet your mother again at Subway. I pretend to remember your name, the way your name sounds and everything good about you. I promise her that I'll catch up with you. That was the only honest word I said. Shoving a mediocre sub down, I search you up on Facebook. I had promised myself that if you were attractive, I'd friend you and message you. And if not...well no hard feelings right? It's not like we were close before. You're gorgeous. You have dimples as deep as oceans, a smile as wide as the sky. Your chin is chiseled and has just the right amount of five o'clock shadow that makes you look adult, but not in the creepy fourteen-going-on-forty way. I talked to you as soon as you accepted me back into your life. I reread every sentence ten times. I convinced myself that th
radiantI am shaking ligaments, tender machinations, unrealistic ideologies of anarbitrary cynicist. [gaps between human sympathyare toxic; breathingis a chore. there is a careful warmth in the combined effort of necessity's unwanted side effects.]we are the forgotten.we are the tangled limbsand childhood stories fora more sensitive future; weare the longing, we arethe limitless. we are measured in the people we touch;and I will love you in the UV light of hide and seek paranoia. I love you in the red shimmer of harbored dreams, I love youin the industrial gl
you tasted like mintI remember the way you stared into my eyesin the front seat of your car.Our favorite song was playing on the radioand you were driving me home in the rainbecause I didn't have anyone else who could give me a ride.You parked your car in my drive wayand we watched the rain drops race down the windshield.You had kissed me goodbye before I got outand I waved as you drove away.And for a while, it seemed like I couldn't get the tasteof your minty lips out of my mouth.
Listenin another worldi don’t existbut you doand i prayyou miss meas much asi miss youso that one dayour lovewill makeuniverses collideand i mightfeel your breathon my skinand touchmy heartbeatto yours(i dream of pathetic miracles)
...the contrast only makes me love you moreI trace constellationsacross your arms, andin the wake of my fingertipsrainbows blossom.Among the spread of colorI can't find a single shadethat makes us clash.
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.