Every night, These thoughts weigh heavy on my mind. Every morning, I shut them up and push them aside.
Category: My Poetry
Still You
I've still thought about you, Every hour, On the hour, Of every day, Since I left you there. Worrying. Contemplating. Crying. Hoping and praying, You make it through. And I'm still here, Trying too. Because despite everything, It's still you.
Just Me
There was just me. Then there was you too. Sitting in white rockers. Up high on a dark, chilly balcony. Watching, gazing, thinking... Overlooking the night of Sunset Beach. Staring up under Orion's Belt. Lights shining through pinholes. Set deep into the ink black sky. Imaging, dreaming, growing... Watching the waves in front of us. Listening to their thunderous sounds. We're smoking cigarettes. Breathing in more than the salty air. Talking, laughing, crying... It was just us and our thoughts. Our words that broke through the ocean air. Thoughts that came to light. Feelings that were shared. Loving, believing, living... Now they are only memories. Almost like they were never really there. A blank space with nothing left to see. Because now it's only you. And now it's just me.
With You
When I'm with you, I memorize every angle of your face, I breathe in as much of you as I can, I notice your every movements, I record your voice and laugh in my head. So when I'm away, I can remember every minuscule detail, Of every single moment, From when I was with you.
Narcissist
You.
You’re manipulative.
You patronize me and belittle me.
You only care about what you want.
You don’t truly care about my feelings.
You tell me it’s all in my head.
You need everything to go your way.
You use me.
You play games to make me come back.
You’re so fucking selfish and demanding.
You’re a self-centered, egocentric motherfucker.
You’re conniving and deceitful.
You’re always having to have the last word.
You’re lying to yourself by blaming others.
You’re ignorant and so damn arrogant.
You’re fucking mean when not the center of my attention.
You.
You are an asshole.
And a fucking narcissist.
Never An Accident
I'm feeling beautiful, out at the bar. I'm talking to new people, and my friends aren't that far. You chatted with us, across the fire pit. You had a friendly smile, but fuck... were you lit. You drunkenly stumble over, and "bump" into me. Your hand goes to my ass, but I think "what if it's just me?" No. You're brave enough try it again, but this time you get yourself a really good feel. Your hand goes all the way down, and my disgust becomes real. I realize it then, as I shoved you away. That was never an accident, and it will never be okay.
Hotel Sheets
The lights were dim, Our friends asleep. We were under the covers, Buried down deep. I can still smell the bleach, In the hotel sheets. And I can still remember the pounding, Of both of our heartbeats. Our feet met for a moment, With a curious spark, So we moved them back together, And that was only the start. Together we slid our hands, Until they touched. My hand was holding yours, But it just wasn't enough.
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