Saturday, November 30, 2013
A Loss
If you won't fall in love with the way I smile when you say my name, with my eyes when they are looking at you, with my body when it is reacting to yours, with my soul when I'm talking about you, then you don't truly love yourself.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Simple Math
I am not worried if one day our hearts decide to explore. There is no other you, there is no other me. Why would I be afraid of what is meant to be?
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Monday, November 18, 2013
I'll never know what made you smile yesterday.
I'll never understand where your fears rooted from, and who kept them watered all these years.
I'll never see what you looked like at age seventeen and how you treated that one girl who was nervous.
I'll never be able to hold you the first time you cried, to tell you that it will be alright and then be there to watch time make it alright.
I'll never feel the scruff of your facial hair against my skin during that phase you had.
I'll never memorize the look on your face when your favorite team won that game you still talk about today.
Even though it is all in the past, and it is all gone, it all added up to the man I love now.
And I'll never know.
I'll never understand where your fears rooted from, and who kept them watered all these years.
I'll never see what you looked like at age seventeen and how you treated that one girl who was nervous.
I'll never be able to hold you the first time you cried, to tell you that it will be alright and then be there to watch time make it alright.
I'll never feel the scruff of your facial hair against my skin during that phase you had.
I'll never memorize the look on your face when your favorite team won that game you still talk about today.
Even though it is all in the past, and it is all gone, it all added up to the man I love now.
And I'll never know.
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Home
As she looks at a picture of his face and she knows who she is, who she was, and who she is going to be. His skin is home to hers. His kiss is real to her because her heart has dreamt it endlessly. She woke up one day knowing each curve at the end of his smile, the contradicting look in his eyes to the expression on his face, the love poured out in every word he has ever said. She knows him, and in knowing him, she is at peace with herself.
I deal with my emotions I allow myself to feel them, every drip, every ounce of feeling. Every tear blurring my vision, every chest ache, every breath hard to breathe, every crash to the bathroom floor, I let it take me away. I do not send my emotions out to the world, expecting to receive comfort, relief. I feel them. I feel them hard. But sometimes, I send them to you. You send them back. And I do not know how to feel about that, about you, about us. Pain is easy, not knowing is a feeling I cannot feel.
Deluded
If I could find the breath to say
The words that would make you stay
They would almost always be
"Don't give up on me"
Despite what I say
I know you still will go
For as long as I am I
Your love will not grow
The words that would make you stay
They would almost always be
"Don't give up on me"
Despite what I say
I know you still will go
For as long as I am I
Your love will not grow
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Drowning
I could change the waves of the ocean and shatter every grim shell in its depths,
I could try to turn the ocean into a lake, maybe a pretty pond
I would fight each rip current that tries to take me back
But I cannot swim away from the truth.
I could try to turn the ocean into a lake, maybe a pretty pond
I would fight each rip current that tries to take me back
But I cannot swim away from the truth.
Saturday, November 9, 2013
Those Lips.
I could
draw
paint
create
a hundred
pictures
of
those lips
But it
won't look like
those lips.
I could
think
write
rhyme
a thousand
words
about
those lips
But it
won't describe
my love
of
those lips
I could
dream
wish
imagine
miss
those lips
but they still
won't be any closer
to
my lips.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Soon
Time has this incredible ability to sped by and drag on concurrently. I would trade months worth of happy moments for a single memory of you.
The Good The Bad
People serve you as a break you didn't deserve.
People serve as a reason you break that you didn't deserve.
Sometimes is good most times
Sometimes the hunger blurs the lines of other desires, unattainable, unreachable, unfeedable desires.
Sometimes a pinch focuses your attention on a different pain, an alive, breathing, throbbing pain.
Sometimes a dark room welcomes you and tells you that you are better off unseen, cold, alone.
Sometimes sleeping gives you temporary dementia and reminds you it could be forever, just don't wake up.
Sometimes a pinch focuses your attention on a different pain, an alive, breathing, throbbing pain.
Sometimes a dark room welcomes you and tells you that you are better off unseen, cold, alone.
Sometimes sleeping gives you temporary dementia and reminds you it could be forever, just don't wake up.
Out
Is it so wrong to just want to surrender all I have, give it all up, and never look back.
Is that so hard to believe, that existing can be more of a heartache then living.
I never really minded what people thought anyway.
You will feel my goodbye in your bones.
Is that so hard to believe, that existing can be more of a heartache then living.
I never really minded what people thought anyway.
You will feel my goodbye in your bones.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
wondering why I
can't feel love
never knowing it
was possible to
give too much
giving more than
I can possibly get back
And now that it's on paper
I see the problem
I give and expect
something back
But is that so wrong
Am I sinner for that
condemned to hell?
Am I not allowed to feel
sad for loving without
feeling that love
back.
All We Want
Our heads will hit the pillows and our bodies will quiver with the passing breeze from the leafless trees while our minds drift a hundred different directions, searching, craving to be put at ease if we just knew that somewhere, we were a thought that put someone to sleep with a smile graced upon their face.
Monday, November 4, 2013
A Gift to the Dead
She never asks for much
She takes what she feels she deserves
But a few flowers from someone who cares
Could make her feel like a princess
Like the ones she used to read about
With such jealousy and desire
So she cries because she thinks she knows
That the only time she will be worthy
Of such an implausible fate
is when she is in the ground
And when it is too late
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