Ruminate on all your misdeeds, shortcomings and why they all leave, you’re a miserable fucking cunt, an abhorrent and spiteful drunk, with a penchant for breaking pretty things. You can’t even look at yourself in the mirror, no drink strong enough in the world to help swallow that fear, that you’ve known the truth about … Continue reading Pretty Things.
I need you in a way I don’t fully understand, you let me back in only to send me on my way again, but this time the pain is far more palatable, you see this time I can’t feel anything at all, and I so desperately wish that was me being over dramatic, but as … Continue reading Nice.
Why does it take, reaching the bottom of a bottle, or a line off the table, to feel anything, anything at all; why am I hellbent on destruction of everything good, I come across; what is my obsession with the fall; where did it go wrong, when did I veer off the beaten path; when … Continue reading Floor.
i hate writing these shitty, garbage fucking poems. wish i never met you, i would carve a hole in my skull cut out my mind and go simple. but it's deeper than that it wouldn't help me forget. you are a plague on my existence, my skin crawls when you are mentioned. through no fault … Continue reading I don’t.
I saw you and I, on a wrap around porch, in the summertime, 40 years down the line, rocking back and forth in our chairs, wrinkly hands intertwined, laughing about the same old, your olive skin shaded darker by the years, your hair not as long as it was, but your brown eyes, they stayed … Continue reading Same Old.
enough time has passed, where the pain is no longer a constant. it hits now, like a wave strikes the beachfront at high tide. and in that moment when it comes it envelopes everything. washing away all the good that currently exists. then it passes. i spend the days where your memory overtakes me, reminiscing … Continue reading Enough.
The sun rises and the sun sets, days blend together, the distance between us grows greater but I still can't forget, what it felt like to hold you in my arms, it was a drug unlike any other, one dose could stave off the hurt, i'm still coming down from you, withdrawal has left me … Continue reading Withdrawal.
I have tried to drink you Away I have tried to drug you Away I have tried to fuck you Away But you will not go Away They keep telling me time will get you Away I need you desperately to go Away In truth I don't want you to go Away.
The coldness that I now feel Is not the coldness that is now real The frost has settled on the ground But the pain inside is more profound Then any type of freeze that comes my way And so this winter I'll see no reprieve From the cold that's now inside of me.
You are my prison And you are my paradise One sip, one glass and I'm lost in your trance And I need you More than ever now You're the last friend I have left You bring the quiet And only you can dull the pain But you have taken everything from me In truth we're … Continue reading Trapped In The Bottle.
It's 3am I can't sleep Another night Plagued by dreams I'm tired of her showing up there Sick of writing about it Need her out of my head But as of late The only reprieve Is an intrusive thought Tying the knot Slipping it on Pulling taut Then the drop No good thoughts
I don't let people in There was only one before you She didn't like what she saw either And she left too It's hard to describe the pain When someone really sees you When they say that they love you But they can't stay and leave you I won't do that again But not out … Continue reading You.
The snow has fallen and winter has finally begun. The days are getting shorter and the nights grow long. The coldness in my bed only amplified now that you're gone. I know I wasn't yours but for me you were the one. I'll miss the way it felt to spend winter wrapped in sheets together. … Continue reading Snowfall.
I sought hollow comfort in another woman's bed. Tried to fill this void inside myself, tried to clear my head. Of you. And now I know for sure, what I had only thought before. You are irreplaceable. And so I'll get up in the morning and I'll sleepwalk through my day. Dreaming about the times … Continue reading Sleepwalking.
My storm has finally come to claim it's prize. The rains picking up now. Pulled in every direction by the crazed winds that surround me. Thunder roars on in the distance. Inching closer every second until it feels as if it's origin is inside of me. Clawing it's way up my throat trying to escape. … Continue reading Goodbye.