I’ve got this song

I just can’t get out of my head

I’ve got this song

I just can’t seem to forget

It goes this way

And it goes that way

Here’s how it goes:

O say, can you see,

By the dawn’s early light

What so proudly we hailed

At the twilight’s last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars,

Through he perilous fight…

**YES I HAVE THE NATIONAL ANTHEM STUCK IN MY HEAD. YES. THE STAR SPANGLE...

I miss it.

The parties, the gala, the recognition. I miss the taste of champagne on my tongue and the smell of fresh money from the ATM. I miss people scrambling to make me happy and getting favors whenever I wished.

They say _“__Rome didn__’__t fall in a day.__”_

But I think it sure did. My Rome, my life, collapsed and crumpled up into a shriveled mess of flesh and bone, in less than a day.

T...

silence is boring

peace is a bore

quiet is strange

I want something more

I turn on pain sensors

to experience the world

in its entirety

stepping on a sharp twig

a small mosquito bite

tripping up the staircase

accidentally biting my tongue

pain is terrible

pain is cruel

pain is undesirable

prying open my chest

tearing out my heart

performing experiments

stitching it back up

pain is sad

pain ...

tattered tennis shoes

that were once once gray

_once._

no scrubbing can fix it

pre-tied shoelaces

worn and worn and worn

but still wearing...

I write one sentence.

_And I write another._

I smile at you.

_And I smile back._

__

I make half a heart.

_And I make the other._

I steal glances.

_And I take them openly._

I write the prologue.

_And I make the epilogue._

the best lover for a writer

is just another writer...

_You got attachment issues,_ They tell me.

_Gotta learn to let go,_ They say.

I got the issues, but who gave them to me?

It was contagious, and I became sick.

How do I let go, when I hold on so tight?

My knuckles are bruised and pale.

I didn’t even notice you were gone til you left

Didn’t see you abandon me til you did

I was a fool, am a fool

I tried to chase you and hold onto what was left

...

lay down on the frosty ground

let blades of grass slide past your fingertips

the moon beaming down it’s cold gaze

but don’t.

don’t you dare let your eyes fall shut.

don’t you dare slip away.

for if you do, nothing but darkness awaits

and nothing good comes out of the dark

the long, clawed hand that will reach out

grab onto your ankles

pull you down to the depths of hell

and keep you there

st...

days and weeks and months flew by

grazing past my ear like a dodgeball in PE

the storm came quick but left just as quickly

the howling winds turned into silence

I didn’t know it would come

but i didn’t expect it to leave

it left a patch of destruction

one that we were left to mend

we paved the roads and fixed the houses

as the storm proceeded to the next town

it’s no longer with me, so whoever mee...

imagine if you could see

what someone was feeling

what someone has felt.

turn towards your left,

and there’s someone who’s blue

a tangled mess of sapphire webs

and you would know:

that is sadness.

turn towards your right,

and there’s someone who’s green

a chaotic collage of emerald shards

and you would know:

that is envy.

glance behind you,

and there’s someone who’s yellow

a jumbling, wiggl...

have you ever wondered

where do broken hearts go?

after they’ve been dropped and crushed?

where do broken hearts go?

when there’s nowhere to go?

where do broken hearts go?

when the pieces are too small?

where do they go?

where do they go?

do they go to the land of broken hearts?

or does an old witch keep them in a jar?

is it eaten as a dragon’s breakfast?

or perhaps stolen by an elf?

wel...