Posted on April 12th, 2015
Never again will I have to hear those words.
to look into those eyes
that tear me apart, shred my soul open wide
Those mouths that spit fire
Those teeth, that liar
Those words that I hear
The pain that I fear
The insults, the lies,
No matter how hard I try
I ignore, in hope it stops
But that never works.
Never again wills someone tell me it gets better,
that it will go away with time.
Never again will someone tell me to stay strong,
to keep my chin up
so someone has a better shot.
Nobody can understand
because even I don’t understand.
Nobody can relate
because there is nothing to relate to.
There is nothing left for me and everyone else.
That is gone, has been gone, will never come back.
The only thing I know
is I have never been more sure of anything in my life.
Posted on January 4th, 2015
Love is a masterpiece, a fine line, destructive, heartbreaking.
Love can pick you up when you’re feeling down
Love can tear you down from your high.
Love can hurt you in ways you didn’t think you could hurt.
Love can teach you things you didn’t know you didn’t know.
Love can let you know what you’ve been missing your entire life.
Love can remind you of what you used to have, of what is now gone.
Love can be the one thing that gets you through the day.
Love can be the one thing that ruins each and every day.
Love is pain, love is bliss
But once it’s gone, it’s always missed.
Posted on June 1st, 2012
They say love is out of fashion
But we wear it just fine
They tell us gone is the passion
But ours it intertwines
They say that love is never lastin’
But ‘til the end of time
My love for you I’ll cash in
Even when we’re clashin’
Through the storm and all the flashin’
You will always be mine.
Posted on June 1st, 2012
10 days before you knew I had
9 thousand thoughts bouncing around my head with
8 different reasons why I should tell you how I feel, and that across
7 continents, and out of
6 billion people in the world, I discussed my feelings with
5 other people be
4 finally turning to you and rambling for
3 hours about stupid stuff neither of us cared about, remembering what had happened
2 years ago, but then you gave me that
1 special kiss that cranked my heart from
0 to 60 within seconds. Over
1 year later we can’t stand being apart; being separated for
2 days kills inside. But we say those
3 little words all the time and survived the
4 week spans of separation. In less than
5 months you graduate and in
6 months I’ll have you home forever. I’ll get to see you
7 days of the week and spend at least
8 hours at night cuddling with you until you start your
9 to five job and all I can do is thank God that we didn’t wait
10 years to remind each other how we felt.