Saturday, March 29, 2014

another, love.

Its better to feel pain,
than nothing at all.

I love you,
I love you,
I love you,

But these tears in my eyes
can no longer hide behind my
crimson lipped smile.

the cracks in my lips
are deep and ridged,
they represent the lack of kissing
i am getting.

my shoulders are sore, and ridged,
you haven't hugged them
since...

All my tears are being used up on another, love.

Little bird

I don't want to hear about this bad blood anymore.
You pulsate,
you run through my veins.

I want you,
but I must hide you away.

If the others see you,
they will take you away

So,
we must run,
run,
run,
away..

take flight little bird.

Monday, March 24, 2014

heart beat.

Your sweet lips, intertwine with mine.
The tip of your nose rubs gently against my face.
The taste of your tongue overwhelms my taste buds.
The pace of your heart beats faster and faster,
as it positions itself closer to mine.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

you.

I just thought I'd let you know
these things take forever,
I am especially slow.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

sorry.

I love you.
But don't know what to do.
Are my feelings real.
Am I just desperately trying to fill the hole in my soul?
You are everything.
You are what I've been searching for.
I push you away because i'm afraid.
I don't want you to see who I really am.
A darkness, a blackhole.
run, away, don't come any closer.
I'll hurt you, and me.
and I can't have that be.
please.

stranger

I don't know me anymore.
Hello stranger,
who am I?
Please tell me
why I feel the way I do.
Why there are sad marks on my arms,
why I get a pain in my chest when I think of him,
My past haunts me, like a confused ghost.
The expression on my face is lugubrious.
It pains me to speak,
it fills me with sorrow to smile.
But why,
why stranger..
why?

Wounded

Blood dripping onto the floor,
Razor in hand.
The pain in my wrist is appealing,
but the pain in my heart is overpowering.
Should I cry?
Can I cry.
It pains me to hurt you.
So I create my own pain,
so that you'll never have to feel
the war that goes on inside my head.
Its a battle zone,
and I am nothing
but a wounded soldier.

Friday, March 7, 2014

Only you.

Sleepy eyes, Tired thighs.
My brain is wired with you. 
I look at you, and see happiness
 in those speckled brown eyes.
You make me smile, you make me laugh. 
I don't know what I'd do without you.

Your words haunt me, with delight.
That smile could create world peace. 
Your hands linger on my face,
your lips touch mine.

the sky above us, 
and the gravel below.
throwing rocks, because
we make our own shows. 

You run circles around my brain,
my thoughts get jumbled, 
I trip all over myself. 

But being with you, 
is worth every 
stumble,
trip,
and fall.