Peace doesn't exist while we cling
to these fragile binds,
synapses pregnant with ambition
but so motionless.
Watch us while we flail
in contempt with ourselves.
Shiny memories of sunny days,
the sweat dripping up and down
your body. That staggering
drive back to your house
where I'd watch you walk away.
And then months.
We continue on like this.

There was a time in my life where this was my only out. When I would leave the house and experience things and never know how to properly talk about them. The sayings, the poetry, the songs I used to believe in are still my gospel, but everything has shifted ( Read more... )

but
she is better for you
because anyone
is better
then me.

I still love you.
I still have these dreams
how am I supposed to live
without being able to achieve them?

and no matter how many times
I say I'm going to let you go
I can't.

I didn't know what love was until I met you.

but
anyone
will better to you
then I will.

anyone.

Before I go paint myself into oblivion, I would like to tell you a story, not so much for you, but more for me ( Read more... )

 It's strange looking at your choices in life and realizing how different each one would have made the outcome.
If I had been strong enough to have chosen a life with you, or you instead of you things would have been far from what they are.
You live the life you chose to live. Your choices affect your every move on this path.

But maybe that's just the ( Read more... )

 My shinning light, the gleam on all my fruit; you have been my saving grace for as long as I can remember because who I was before you wasn't real. And it's been terrible growing apart from you, and even more terrible falling in love with someone that is not you because admitting to you and myself that I've given up on our dream is guilt ridden. ( Read more... )

I love you.
& you.
& you.
& you.
& you.
BUT most of all...you!

:)

yes you!

Fisherman,

I wonder where your hands went

And when their calloused tips will come back to me

Because they haven’t been the same

Since you cast your reel into a sea of nobody’s

And picked up that whored footwear,

Five sizes too big and laced with stench,

Going as far as to wearing it into bed with you.

915.72 miles away

From the shores you are a part of,

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what a fresh new start...