There’s a breath next to my bed
A breath in the dark
A breath in my head
A breath from a figure, so stark Continue reading
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The Eyes That Begged Me
There’s a man standing in the corner of my room. He’s screaming at me to get out. Darkness scrapes at his silhouette as his mouth splits at the seams. I close my eyes and pretend I cannot hear him. I can’t hear him I repeat. I repeat it over and over, gaining volume with every breath. By now I’m so loud the neighbors are probably contemplating calling the police.
“Who can’t you hear?” Continue reading
Creeping Anxiety
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After all this time in pain
Never knowing if I’d find her
Giving all I had, there she was in the rain
Ever clear, she’d accepted the feelings I inter Continue reading
My Moon
A night out, turns into a night I wish I had stayed home. The enjoyment I used to find in staying out all night with friends, has turned into despair. Nothing seems to feel quite as right as having you on the other end of the line. I look at the moon through flames and I see you. I see you, through the glasses of booze, and smoke, and I crave to be home. Home is where you are and I crave to be there. Your smile infects my mind and I’m lost The smell of cigarettes,
The Storm
The thunder outside, resonates with the thunder in my heart. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this feeling in my body. I tremble at the thought of you. Tremble, at the thought of your touch. Tremble… until I feel your lips on mine. My time, the last few days, has been spent in a state of euphoric terror. A pleasant hell. Not because I dislike the love we have, but because I fear losing it.
Overanalyzing every word I speak before it has the chance to leave my mouth.
The Cost of Love
When does the torture end? It seems as though every chance at happiness I’m presented with, is met with disappointment and humiliation. The very notion of good within my life, is the perfect opportunity for the opposite, to prove it hasn’t left me alone. Vulnerability knows nothing compared to the nakedness of my heart and I’m forced to choose between what feels right and what really is. The problem with the hopeless romantic is not in their ability to find
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