Everything was backwards

The world itself has started orbiting in an opposite direction

The people who smiled

Now frowning

The scars on my wrist

Rearranged spelling out help

The tears on my face going back into my eyes

Everything was backwards

The people who said they would stay

Gone

The world was backwards

Nothing was as it was before

Everything was backwards

But maybe it was fo...

How far can do we have to go?

I passed 20 miles back that way.

You’re taunting me again.

How can I look for a fresh start with you breathing down my neck?

I gave myself an ultimatum.

This was the last I would ever be able to breathe around you.

But you smell like oxygen.

And I smell like smoke.

Unfortunately oxygen only ignites the fire.

It hurts me to go back.

I think I’ll turn around to the...

There’s something about being called a problem

That makes me want to be maniacal

A menace you could say…

It’s just so funny because even though everything in me is pushing me in that direction…

I was not wired that way.

Too nice for my own good.

Always taken for granted.

What have you ever done for me?

Except leave.

And show me you’re shameless.

I have a lot to give,

And I know you know that.

...

Inbetween the red I see

Yellow daisies disagree

Up and down

blooming our doom

Burning and briused

gilded castle walls

I see the silver lining

plates so blue.

Drowning in the seas of needles and knives

waves sharp as daggers

I know so well,

bleeding out in front of my eyes

backwards ones

don’t dare to see the

purple stars in her eyes.

But the purple

Is all I can stare at and wonder

...

Reflected in thine eyes I see no trace

Just a slip of the tongue; a cut may graze

Thou wast my friend, an early summer grace

Leaving only blistering winter’s haze

And although thine words weren’t spit with spite

I knew thou would leave me in haste, at last

And the strings that grip me shan’t only blight

The ache digs deeper, and a knife is cast

A last spring breeze, I desperately cling

Thou is l...

I don’t wear makeup, no lipstick for me. Why should I put makeup on this old wrinkled face.In the morning, I look in the bathroom mirror backwards....

My head is bigger, bolder, new

My skin is cold and black and blue

The ice is freezing in my hands

Before you get angry count from 10

I didn't want to grab or push

To turn your teeth back into mush

Of course you ended up just fine

My days off the campus, only 9

My words were sharp like little spears

The kids will remember my name for years

The "quiet kid" as is my fate

I'm sorry for the ground yo...

The thought of us

pushing this forward

Is obviously backwards...

It’s on the tip of your tounge

Bouncing around syllables

Trampoline talk

Rubber thoughts

This will

Be a new problem for the week

Unfolding backwards

Solving itself

When you find it again

The same feeling

Maybe a bit of relief,

Of

Course

A banded snap

A familar scent

Scene

You wouldn’t understand yet

An iceberg melts just to drip on your face

A

Boomerang explores

To end up in the same ...

“It’s over,” she says

we look at each other

this can’t be the end of us

I never meant for her to see

those things on my computer

I can only guess what she saw

I really screwed up.

I hope she doesn’t leave me.

God, I love her so much....