warm morning sunlight filtering through the curtains the breeze from the cracked window

her in my arms her breaths fanning my face my arm around her waist

the sun illuminates her skin. the parts you could never see unless you woke up beside her

the raised lines you’d never know theyve healed and disappeared but in the morning’s magic they’re revealed to me

our burden to bear

Roses are dead Violets are red Your blood dripped down Your cracked head What a shame Could’ve been with me Instead you woke to your grave

My boyfriend was coming I couldn’t wait

He knocked Opened the door And stood there

He looked serious

“We’re breaking up.”

What…

He left

MY SIGMA BOY 😭😭😭 HE WAS THE MEGA OHIO ALPHA RIZZLER 😭😭😭 AHHHHHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Im in the trees Im in the breeze My footsteps are on the ground You try to chase me But know one can stop me now

Im the past Im here and im everywhere But you can’t catch me

You watch me fall You watch my every move

But that was your mistake I watch you plan at night I knew what you did

But as I run through the breeze You watch me fly Try to catch me down But there is a snake by you All that you see left of me now is an earring The scarf you gave me falls to the ground

You shout my name Try to shoot your gun But i am never coming back

Love like a lemon— Sour, puckered mouth, Rough as a cat’s tongue.

Your way or the highway. At 3 a.m., I’m speeding, Chasing a falling sun.

But even a falling sun is warm, And I find myself In your embrace once more.

I didn’t bring you roses, The florists had already closed And chocolates? Well - I ate them on the way home

There isn’t a candlelit dinner waiting, Only the glow of the microwave, Heating up a box of leftovers we half ate from the other day

I’m not serenading you under the moonlight - It’s hard to sing on key Especially when you are yelling about the trash bins I refused to empty

I didn’t write you a love letter, Not even a card you will see But I did scribble “Buy eggs” on the back of a receipt So that’s basically poetry

This is love, isn’t it? I mean - I remembered eventually So I said Happy Anniversary Because it’s about forgetting the date, But never forgetting the memories

Oh, juliett.. your eyes are like.. like.. fungus. Due to how they grow for.. love..? Everytime I stare. Oh juliett, your lips are like deserts, because of how dry they always seem, or.. are? Your breasts are as beautiful as gum drops because.. they are.. small and petite. Something like that. Oh juliett, I give up.

I couldn’t choose between these two topics so here’s two Drugs Burn:

I don’t find the first time I saw you rememberable

I don’t remeber the other times I sat in a room with you all that thrilling either

I don’t know if it was because I was to wrapped up in my own shit

Or because you weren’t interested in seeing my bright side

I only remember you being near when I was at my weakest

When my wrists were dripping

When my thoughts were suffocating

Do I remember you being near

You soothed my pain

Stitched my wrists

Brought me back down to earth

You were like a drug

Ridding me of my pain

Occasionally I feel the withdrawal of you

And try to fill the void of you

With painkillers and pills

Sometimes those aren’t enough

So I tear up my skin

To feel the burns you gave me

Because you unzipped my skin and lit up my darkest corners

Little did I know you watched the light burn me up into nothing

Haunting: I enjoy wandering

But my mind is a scary place to wander

I have a corner of my mind I decorated with memories of you

I like to think of it as a house

With tons of rooms filled with memories of you.

Unfortunately the house is abandoned now

I wander through the house to feel the whispers of you

To see your ghost wander through the rooms

But you’re not coming back

And it haunts me

I would say I got lost in your eyes, Entangled in your web of beautiful lies.

I walked over hot coals Feeling the red, hot sear of rekindled passion On the soles of my feet, Repressed in ill-fitting shoes, Waltzing with a clumsy partner Who steps on my toes all night.

You build me up to continuously tear me down But I have a degradation kink And I want you to spit on my grave.

Death pays its dues. I’ll always be the one who got away

While you’re still squandering the labyrinth of my complex oddities, Putting me in the cabinet with all of your other curiosities.

A picture lasts longer than a thousand words So why not display my corpse, Mummify my devotion, Just to take me out at your bland dinner parties?

Tell your equally bland guests about our game of cat and mouse. How I sure fought until the bitter end But you eventually wore me down And took me as your trophy.

Shall I compare thee to a cold winter’s night? For you are far colder, your frost a biting blight.

Your dead, blue eyes gloss over, veiled in white haze, A snow-blown blizzard, an endless, frozen maze.

Your touch chills to the bone, no warmth to find, At times I wonder—does your heart beat behind?

Your smile is sharp, malicious, it cuts like a blade, Yet in your jagged beauty, divinity is displayed.

My dear, you steal my breath with every glance, In this cruel ballet of death and my dance.