You may ask me why I'm tired all the time and I'll tell you this... It's the restless thoughts and pointless repetitions. It's the endless worries and racing questions. It's the memories that haven't happened as I try to perceive the future. And it's the idea... And the notion... Of living without you.
Tag: fuck
When
When reflections off the pavement no longer make you smile, and you haven't heard your own laughter echo for awhile... When the thought of any affection makes you want to scream, yet the thought of physical pain makes your eyes begin to gleam... When your fist feels more natural being curled up into a ball, but it somehow feels even better when it makes contact with a wall... When you're no longer sure if happiness is obtainable, and your fake-ass smile is sad and unsustainable... When there's no longer beauty found in every day things, then what's the point of seeing what tomorrow even brings?
Thirty
I didn't think it would happen so soon, I swear I was just still using a Zune. I look back and see all the trauma and flaws, But also the triumphs that deserve an applause. There's memories I love and some that I hate, Yet all of them now I know were my fate. The years have gone fast but still seemingly slow, To end that rough chapter I needed to outgrow. So now here I am the day is arriving, To be thirty, still flirty, and continually thriving.
Helpless/Hopeless
Helpless, she lays awake in the dangers of darkness with a lonely mind trying to rebel. Hopeless, she forces sleep upon herself to prevent the outcome that she knows all too well.
Envy
Green irises remain fixated in a state of obscene envy. Glassy and glaring, they stare motionless and resentful. Absorbing the coveted details they'll never see when they look at themselves.
Mind Fucked
There it is... The inevitable feeling of constriction and suffocation from nothing more than my own intrusive thoughts... I almost missed it.
Distorted
My mirror must be defective. It's flimsy glass must be full of errors and deformations... Innocently creating ripples and alterations. That must be the reason why the girl that everyone sees... Is nowhere close to the same girl that my mirror shows to me.
Steaming
Tonight I stood crying
silent tears in the shower,
my anger and sadness
mixed in with the water.
When I stepped out and dried
myself off in the mirror,
my eyes held emotions
that couldn't be clearer.
They held the hatred for him
for all he did upon me,
and the pain from grieving
for the girl I used to be.
Inner War
My heart
and head were
at a war that
was anything
but civil…
Just a senseless
moral battlefield
with me
wandering lost
in the middle.
Four Scents
Patchouli,
sandalwood,
musk and
cigarette smoke.
Seemingly
simple scents…
That transport me
right back to you.
AO Poetry 
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