The WindowStaring out her window She yearns the day. The day the pain will demise The day the tears won’t fall. The day the frown will recede, And a smile will take it’s place. The day for joy, The day for laughter, The day to love, And to be loved in returnThe Window
Her strong desire will not efface The grey clouds obstructing the sun. The rain falls to the ground, As if the sky is joining her in anguish. Deprived from love and happiness she was, By the grief and sorrow the days brought.
What does it mean to love? What does it mean to h
pretty boys break hearts.sometimes I think I’m just a mess of badly drawn lines. I’m just scrawled veins beneath paper rough skin, I wear poorly sketched scars on my thighs [skin deep red pen lines] and even my smile is lop-sided- but he never seemed to notice. my skin [spread like thick icing over my skeleton] is a monotonous pattern of pores, a stretch of the world the sun never kissed. I can’t see the beauty in multitudes of freckles and chipped fingernails- but he does.pretty boys break hearts.
‘why do you love me?’
‘you make me happy.’
I never could figure out just how. was it
asthmashe smokes marlboro cigarettes with the bedroom door locked. i taste it on her breath, lips and skin everyday after school. her bed is a mattress on the floor. sometimes we make love on it and i wonder if she'd rather have her mouth around a cigarette than me right then. she has asthma too.asthma
she is my second cousin. i didn't know this until two years after we began fucking and three years after i fell for her. i don't think it really matters. emily says if i ever made her pregnant she'd make me punch her in the stomach, heavy and hard. but i never would you know, i love her.
the smoking is killing her. i hid the cigar
Raw-Raw-Raw-
Cannot say anything I feel, Cannot do anything I am able of. At least I can breathe. Such powerful restrictions.
These boundaries lock me in; If I was in a casket, I would feel safer At least I wouldn’t be mutated.
A menace to society, They say I am locked in For my own good, And the chains Prevent me from doing harm.
They are afraid if I speak out, It will cause harm, and start riots How can intelligence, Be such a powerful threat?
No one questions existence, Or strives for perfection-
I Kissed You In The RainI Kissed You In The RainI Kissed You In The Rain
My days have been filled with struggling and much pain But one day I met you and it all melted away And I’m reminded of the day I kissed you in the rain.
I’ve told you I love you so much, now it sounds vain People have been telling me that everything will be okay My days have been filled with struggling and much pain.
Depression mixed with anger, making me insane I’m questioning what I did wrong that day And I’m reminded of the day I kissed you in the rain.
Buying a ticket on a railway train, My bod
very appreciated
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Memories are all we really are, if someone forgets, what happens to us?
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