poet & a writer.
just because he gives you roses, it doesn’t mean he’s worth your time. just because he apologizes a million times over, it doesn’t mean he’s worth your time. just because he claims he can’t live without you, it doesn’t mean he’s worth your time. and you don’t have to forgive.
-leave him.
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i have a heart made of ice that melts when she looks at me.
i have a tongue made of lavender that blooms when she kisses me.
i have a head full of gardens that grow when she touches me.
and i have a kiss full of compassion that she gets when she’s good to me.
”
“you left me,” her pale lips utter, tears stinging her beautiful hazel eyes. face to face she stands with the boy who broke her heart, his hands jittery and his expression blank. “how could you do something so cruel?”
in this moment, the moonlight is contagious and the stars are no more than mistakes made along the path of lust and love.
“i was scared,” he replies after a moment, hesitantly dancing with the alcohol on his tongue, “of losing myself.”
she scoffs, her angelic voice on the verge of breaking. “so when i told you i loved you, it meant nothing to you?”
“oh no,” he says, his exhaustion doing all the talking, “it meant the world to me, so i left. i started feeling, and when i feel it always ends with pain.”
count, cinnamon
i often ask myself
why i am alive
my body is shivering
my bones are aching
my mind is shattering;
you smelt like cinnamon,
cinnamon and sugar
‘close your eyes’ you said
‘close your eyes and count to ten’
one to ten i counted
but when i opened them once again,
you were gone.
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bruised hands
clutching cancerous cigarettes
a blackened heart
and lungs full of ashes
she exhales exhaust,
treating her body as a factory;
a dirty soul with an acquired taste for death.
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pretty faces
all dressed in blue
tears on cheeks
that are mourning you
the death of the moon
meant the birth of the sun
but the dark was my friend
and the bright lights are no fun.
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your touch turns gold to rust,
diamonds to coal,
and love to hatred;
when it used to turn buds to roses,
scars to smiles,
and raging flames to pretty stars.
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“friends,” she whispers as she kisses my lips and tangles our tongues.
“just friends,” i answer back, grabbing her waist and stroking her delicate hair.
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she dips her fingertips into liquid gold
and turns her tears into diamonds.
he dips his heart into wet cement
and turns his uncertainty into pride.
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