I hate myself for what I put you through... And I hate myself more for what I still want to do.
Category: My Poetry
Words
There's times when words hit you harder than gravity. Every syllable strikes you so effortlessly between your eyes and every single vowel punches you straight in the face. But those consonants... They can just tear straight through your damn flesh...
Silhouette
There's people I'll always remember and there's people I'd rather forget... But in my mind you're borderline... Just a blurry silhouette.
Crickets
There were summer nights where it was only you and me... Listening to the crickets and one another breathe...
Cunning
You flatter with half-truths and manipulate with lies... Only to get yourself between some sad girl's thighs...
Empty
As you left
I laid my head
upon the dock...
Then I smothered out
my cigarette...
On your empty bottle top...
Heaved
At this point I know
that the silence I've received...
Hits me so much harder...
Than any words
you've ever heaved.
One
One thousand miles still separate you from me. And one year later I know this is exactly where I'm supposed to be.
Mapped
My green eyes will record your body like an atlas... Diligently mapping out each and every coordinate.
Stained
Emotions remain
on the fabric
that held us...
Lonely stains
imprinted in a
cotton embrace...
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