Sunday, April 28, 2013
Before The Flowers Could Bloom
I fell completely in love with him
but he left before the flowers could bloom
he’ll never see the sun shine in my eyes
and he’ll never hear the moon
and the moon has a lot to say
if you listen in close
it’s okay that you didn’t stay
but I miss you the most
Sometimes I Won't
Sometimes I believe in myself
Sometimes I don’t
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I won’t
What is it exactly
that keeps my heart aching,
my bones breaking
and stabbing up into my gut?
It is something I made up?
Is it the truth?
Something about my youth?
Or is it still you?
A Goddamned Shame That I Won't Forget
I already am
just a memory
and it’s a goddamned shame
that you’re still running round my brain
your name sifts through my blood
I need to flood you out
but I made a promise
that I won’t forget
Friday, April 19, 2013
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Unplanned
Get your dick out of me
and take your eyes away
I don’t need to you stand
I don’t need you to stay
I don’t sleep with ghosts
I hope you understand
This isn’t me, it’s you
Good luck with your band
I know you’ll miss me
and that you’ll think of me
as you enjoy your only hands
I hope this doesn’t hurt you
This poem was unplanned.
On Account Of My Body
You don’t deserve to derive pleasure on account of my body
Stop filling words with meanings that aren’t there
Just allow me to become disembodied
You want me here
for your pleasure
for your eyes
You pretend to lay with our hearts intertwined
while I wail and I cry
because now you’re afraid that without me
you’ll die
alone
nobody to make moan
nobody to take home
alone
I Need Shine
I know I’ll make it
I know I’ll go on
I’ve done this dance before
and I’ve sang this song
but as my heart beats out of my chest
and I day dream about my death
I find false hope to comfort me
I needed it to sleep
and I really needed sleep
I’m not the beast I advertise myself to be
I’m nothing more than sheep
My heart, a raisin
The sun,
the only one
to prove me wrong
and as I sing this song
it shines
Rotting Blue
My heart is rotting
My lungs don’t quite work the same
I feel like I’m dying
but I’m glad you came
You changed me for the best,
taught me to undress
I’m a complete fucking mess
but I wouldn’t change it for the world
Between your eyes
and your cries
and all that you mean to me
my mind is on fire
filled with the desire
to beg you to sit, to stay
please baby, just don’t go away
but if I love you as much
as I say I do
I’d rather you be happy
I’m used to being blue.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
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