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422 · Oct 2014
Worth
My heart was crawling up my throat and out of my mouth
And I never thought to swallow it down
So I let it spill out in the form of "I'm falling in love with you"
Except that I didn't
Because my words crumbled to dust before they even escaped the cavern of my lips
He put his hand over my mouth
Before I can even let the word love trip off my tongue

And he told me to stop
I swear even the earth stood still on its axis
And he told me to stop
He said he couldn't handle it
And he told me to stop
I wanted to laugh and then wanted to cry
Because there I was shaking
With blood in my mouth
Bruises around my neck and wounds in my chest
And I could see why he'd say he couldn't handle it
But ******* I wanted him to try

I was holding my heart in my palms as a series of earthquakes hit my hands
And it would have hurt a lot less
If he said he did not want it
Or that he couldn't give a rat's *** about the pathetic mess that has become me
But he said he couldn't handle it
And I know, I know that
Love is a pretty heavy concept
But he has shouldered boulders and tsunami tides and entire planets in the past

He told me he couldn't handle it
And I tell myself that love is a pretty heavy concept
But a voice at the back of my mind says
"If he wanted to, if he really wanted you, he would try. He could handle it."
422 · Apr 2014
The Pursuit of Special-ness
We are all just beings filled with stardust

We are all trying to be something more than just that
422 · Apr 2014
The last one was an apology
The first time I told you I love you I was trying to see if saying it out loud would make me mean it

The next to the one hundred and fifty-seventh time I told you I love you I was trying to convince myself that I really do

The second to the last time I told you I love you I was hoping you'd say "no you don't"
Because I really don't

I'm sorry I lied, I love you
417 · Apr 2014
Lonely For You Only
Maybe if I close my eyes tight enough
I can forget that I am surrounded by the empty sound of my isolation

Maybe if I close my eyes tight enough
I can forget that I am clutching at nothing but my own desperation

Maybe if I close my eyes tight enough
I can forget that you ever left and set off this cycle of self-destruction
401 · Oct 2014
Untitled
You're the kind of person
People write poetry about
393 · Jul 2013
Perfectly Whole
Look, I won't fix you
Because my mama told me
That I should never
Fix something
That wasn't broken
In the first place

— The End —