“Love is hard.”
“It’s hard?”
“Yes it’s hard.”
“I don’t think so at all, I think it’s very simple actually.”
“Must be a cultural difference then.”
“Maybe it’s just a personal one.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I think love could be easy for you if you let it be.”
“I doubt it. I really really doubt it.”
“Well what makes it so hard then?”
“It requires so much work, and there is no guarantee it...
I remember my childhood home and wonder
if I ever felt like a child while I lived there
Or if the house itself held more innocence than I did
I wonder if I was pretending so thoroughly to enjoy playing with dolls
That I never noticed my playtime’s didn’t have any dialogue
And were instead filled with the silence of someone
Who never learned how to play with toys at all...
The first time I held you in my arms,
was an innocent hug meant to comfort a friend.
I did not know that feeling you against me
would change my life forever.
Though I loved the warmth of you,
I could not linger in your embrace.
The second time, we grasped each other desperately as we shared our love
This time I could finally hold you longer,
and let the heat of your skin soak into my bon...
The second time I meant
to last it out and not come back at all.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
What now could slow the drop?
All I’d give for toes to touch
the safety back at top
And through thick woods one finds a stream astray,
so secret that the very sky seems small.
I think I will not hang myself today
In order:
_Lady Lazarus_ by Sylvia Plath
_Do...
I feel the vile rise in my throat as I look at you.
She’s with you, you’re with her.
My thoughts are consumed by your every move,
at the corner of my eye I always find you.
My hands shake as I wait and wait for a message from you.
there is no other person I will respond to.
My friends want to know if I’d like some coffee,
I don’t bother replying, I’m only looking for your name on my screen.
My...
I make my coffee black every morning.
Maybe today I’ll add some cream.
I gulp it down and go to work,
my usual daily routine.
After work I make myself dinner,
which is one of my, like, three recipes.
I watch a rerun of Jeapordy, they yell ‘Winner!’
as I eat in front of my TV.
I’ve seen this one before, so I’m not really surprised,
that the winner is that dude Jacob, or Mike? I dont know, it’s...
Deep down, you’re really shallow.
You’re the beginning of my end.
I was full of the feeling; hallow.
My greatest enemy, my closest friend.
You were cruel for being kind to me
You were so sweet, but left me bitter.
I’d go back and end the start of ‘we’
You made me bloom so I could wither...
Darling,
I wish you could see my side of things. The nights have been colder without you by my side. The warm coffee I make in the morning doesn’t taste as good when I don’t have you to share it with. You know I make it sweeter just for you, even though I like mines bitter. We can get through this, we are meant to be, don’t you agree? Don’t you miss me the way I miss you?
please respond my deare...