progression

Pushing me away

Your insecurities disgust me.

I deserve the benefit of the doubt.

Your questions are unnecessary .

I feel no need to explain myself.

You’re just wasting my time 

& stressing me out.

Call me heartless or impatient, but never dishonest.

You should know by now;

the truth hurts 

& I’m not one for sugar coating.

Remember that, before you decide to check up on my where abouts

and call me a liar again,

because the next time you stick your accusatory fingers in my face

you’re gonna lose who you’re pointing at. 

Used to taking care of myself.

The feeling 5 minutes before I throw up stayed with me for hours yesterday.
Empty stomach suffering expired pills.
Grew the courage to drink water.
He knocked, I struggled to let him in.
& how ironic that’s when it all came out.
I spilled what was left of my guts.

memory #34

wearemostaliveindreams:

“i’ve got
a bottle
of whiskey,
if you’re not
too busy.”

she blushes.

all of a sudden,
i wish those
were my words.

how beautiful
it must be,
to have all
the good lines
and all,
the right looks.

Give Me Space

thissilentstorm:

I’m tired of the questions
don’t ask me
what’s wrong
don’t ask me
To talk…
don’t tell me
you care…
don’t tell me
you love me…

I’m quiet for a reason-
the burden that I have
I do not wish to share
I hear you say you care
but this weight is more
than I care to talk about

the words might come out
wrong…
I might come across
too strong…

so if you truly understand
you’ll just back up
and give…
me…
space…

that is how
you can show
and I will know
that you really love me

I’m Yours.

heartlessromantics:

To kiss you
immensely enamored by your lips
slip through into your words
til our souls slow dance
at the verge of destruction.
I want to kiss you.
Spew passion like compositions,
created through confrontation,
call this a battle,
with paper sheets as collateral
that’ll damage your whole set.
I want to wreck havoc
cause chaos, conquer your heart completely,
love you so deeply
that you’ll never forget.

It's Just... Poets Have The Loneliest Hearts: Crush

sad night

I don’t like when ppl make me feel crazy for expressing how i feel and for asking questions. I never understood how people can express such strong emotion one day, and then act like they never said it the next. then they have the nerve to get upset when I call them out on it. U said it, I felt it, am I crazy for believing u felt it too?

Day 3 

Hush all that sweet talk, I won’t believe it. Cuz u wouldn’t have to talk if u really mean it. But I admit, it was fun to play along. hope u don’t get me wrong, its not what I’m about, but I’m getting pretty sick of these ins and outs. But I realize I can’t really blame you. It’s my bad. But u can’t really blame me. I can’t lose what I never really had.

Drive slow

You with all this distance
leave me with thoughts like clouds
A calm storm brewing in my heart
Matching the deep blue sea in the sky
It’s frustrating, but I understand
Like all this holiday traffic