Set SailSet Sail4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Set sail, my love.
Deep breath in.
Deep breath out.
Good bye, my love.
May the winds be good to you.
And may they be good to me as well.
You taught me how to love.
I never believed before.
And when you left.
I cried again.
The streets are still wet.
But the clouds have dissipated.
Patches of blue amidst the grey.
I can't say
If I will die.
But someday soon.
I will wake up.
To clear skies.
With dry eyes.
My face glows.
Is in love.
I Gave UpI gave up on you,I Gave Up4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I gave up on me,
I gave up on being saved.
I gave up giving up,
I gave up trying to stop.
I gave up the tears,
I gave up my fears.
But I can't seem to let go
Of this razor blade.
Don't let me slip away
Even when I don't believe in me
Or you, for that matter
I think I'm making a mistake.
I want to care.
together again.Whenever there was a fire pittogether again.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
we would dance in fire
and burn in hell together.
(Nothing ever mattered to me
as long as I was with you.
It was no secret that you owned my heart.)
You always dreamed of dark things
that gave you nightmares every night.
You always said that nightmares were your best friend
because they inspired you
and made you into a monster.
(You must've stabbed yourself fifty times
in your dreams,
but whenever you woke up screaming
you would always be alive.)
(I must've told you
to believe in yourself fifty times.
I'll burn in hell with you
so we could be together again.)
You Probably Don'tRemember:You Probably Don't3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The first five years of my life, you were indestructible.
When I was eight, I used to splay out in the wild wheat behind our home, picking primroses and foxgloves. I would lay face down to kiss the Earth, dig my fingers into the ground to feel the dirt cool beneath my hands and breathe.
I found myself looking for my mother in inanimate things the trees, the grass, lily pads.
You weren't there.
You used to lay in your room with its popcorn ceiling and wish the pain would float up to the sky with your cigarette smoke, eyes heavy with narcotics and Embrel. The door was shut, the television blaring, the phone screaming. You were too far gone to notice.
My father was in mile-high glass buildings talking numbers and statistics things he could control. He would leave at five in the morning and return at eight at night, just as I was being tucked into bed so the nightmares could have their way with me.