Love should be a good thing, so why am crying?
_ don’t leave me
in the morning the rising sun lays down in stripes against your skin. the sheets are twisted tight around your body, around mine. there are no words to place here, in this silence, stillness, softness. when you finally open your eyes and meet mine, i speak in colours instead of sound.
Blushing shades beneath
You elicit heartbeats
I caught a breath
Of fever running wild
Fingers walking up my thigh
This slow torture
Where I pretend to look away
And you find your way home
a moment lingers
into eternity
in my mind
round and round
until there is
nothing else
left to be found
into my mind
forever it festers
until there is
no one
left around
I don’t want to stop missing you
Your memories are part of my present
They will always be part of my future
They make me who I am today
It’s not about you and trying to keep you alive
It’s about me , how you are a part of me
and will always be.
The Back Side of the Rainbow
When looking for the bright side
One tends to go one pace
But looking at the problem
There’s facts you have to face
Not everything will be alright
Happiness comes at a cost
And if one is not careful
They often find they get lost
It’s easy to think brightly
When life says you should not
Your friends all give you advice
But its harder than you thought
The grass is always greener
On the other side
But no one stops to realize
That their friends just may have lied
So sit and drink your coffee
Pour out another cup
The grass is only greener
Because They don’t fuck it up.
Why am I stuck here? In this everlasting darkness. Overwhelming me with my sense to over react and over think? Why do I focus to much into the unknown? I do not know yet. But I will fight with my strongest abilities to beat this internal devil.
I hate the pain you put upon my shoulders, wanting to move on but with weight of it like boulders it made it hard to do. Every touch made me jump, every feeling made me shake. I’ll be walking on eggshells until my final wake. You made me lose the feeling of wanting to be loved. Nothing really helped except when this bottle became more empty. I’d forget the parts you stole from me, that wasn’t yours for taking.
Todo es mejor cuando lo hacemos juntos.
— Rt
a soothing letargy,
eyelids the weight of clouds
suspended in equilibrium
ready to fall and moisten the ground.
Numb legs already useless,
Guts tickled by the grass
arms wrapped by lichen
impossible to move.
lungs filled with dew
soon to be gems of hoarfrost
and a skeleton soon to be traveler
aided by its canids dismemberers.
A crateric crack
in which fungi prosper
engulfed the cranium
and mutilated it’s profile.
January’17 4:16am
That Sweet sound
The sweet sweet melody
That paralyse me
The sweet sounds of passion
That won’t let me sleep
That pains me to hear
The sweet sweet sound
That hurts me so deep
That Maddening song
Long nights and hard work infront of us.
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Sometimes life gives you nothing.
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I can see heaven through your angel eyes
Almost all my spoons have been used
And I’m too tired to do the dishes
So now all I have left to use
Are knives
Il'l cut anyone who comes near
I cant handle the noise
Feels as if I’ve stuck the knives in myself
Lile this pain was my choice
Maybe it is
Maybe I did this
But I guess
It’s not my choice
To make it go away
-A.A.S
Today is bad day.
He said to himself.
He wanted to post it ,
For someone to help.
He thought for a second,
What’ll this do?
It’s not gonna help me.
And neither can you.
He posted it anyway.