You Always Hurt the Ones You Love
You always hurt the ones you love,
As if that makes it okay to tell your friends the things that embarrass me,
Laughing along with them at the things you’ve said to me.
You always hurt the ones you love,
As if that makes it alright for you to get in my face over nothing and scream,
Only to come back acting like flowers can cover up what I really see.
You always hurt the ones you l...
Friday 15th July 2016 4:36 am
It's All in the Ropes
It's all in the ropes;
Some people are caught in endless games of tug of war,
Pulling,
Falling,
Until one lets go or they reach an endless breakable tension.
Others are anchored somewhere high,
Hard to break,
Hard to climb.
Whether you climb just a few feet,
Or to the top,
You will always fall.
And yet your rope is different from the rest,
Attached to nothingnes...
Thursday 14th July 2016 3:33 pm
Just a Man
Just like any man,
Going through heartbreak.
Just like any man,
Feeling the weight of his mistakes.
Nothing other than a man,
Who has fallen in love.
Nothing other than a man,
Whose heart cannot be absolved.
I am a man alone in my bed,
Thinking of you with a sigh.
I am a man alone in my bed,
Crying over the color of your eyes.
Thursday 23rd June 2016 9:27 pm
Thorns and Their Roses
It was a painful thorn that had sewn our hearts together.
Yes, that was it,
A thorn that attached me to you,
Made your hell taste like heaven.
When I left you,
The flowers in my lungs died.
And for the first time, I could breath,
Although every day I find myself missing their beauty.
But for however many of my roses die,
This is something I can be proud of.
Saturday 30th April 2016 4:06 pm
Round and Round They Go About Leaving
Oh believe me,
I would let you come back.
I would let you inside my house.
Pull your clothes off,
Pull you back into me.
And when it's over,
All that'd be left to tell you is,
That I don't need you anymore.
That now you're still leaving,
Only this time because I made you.
Saturday 2nd April 2016 5:20 pm
Love is Child's Play
They say that love is your own to paint.
My
painting
looked
like
a
child's
should.
Crazy.
Colorful.
Full of Life.
But when I grew up
Love became
A staircase,
...
Saturday 2nd April 2016 5:03 pm
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