‘Have you ever heard that love is a metaphor? A metaphor for the taste of the bottom, the fall to the floor I fall to the floor I remember me and you I remember what you did I remember being numb I remember feeling sick. For the taste of the bottom, the fall to the […]
We were an imperfect match And Sadly, They tend to burn out too fast. Forever incomplete…
Hate doesn’t burn the interior of one’s ribs as much as heartbreak does. And nothing burns hotter or hits harder than life, in my lamentable experience. Being broken and punched to the earth, repeatedly and vigorously, builds character. But what manner of character and at what cost? It certainly toughens the skin. Problem is, it […]
My heart became a ball and chain That I dragged behind me Pathetic begging version of myself
Love is a living breathing thing. Real love gets harder to come by, the older you get. It takes passion, work, time and dedication. Without these, it dies. I have no more words for you, who allowed us to die.
Diminished without her Lonely within myself Nursing a torn aorta With caffeine, until I can afford Alcohol…
Awaken with a hollow thud, echoes of jagged china peices now rattling around in a fat broken urn that looks like me. Hug the pillow, since it’s all that’s left. Facebook and Instagram show the best version of a moment in time, but if you could only glimpse beneath? The picture looks different. Pillow’s wet […]
How do I always end up back here An army of one Battlin’ done Pleading to unreceptive ears Thicker heads just buried in the sand While love’s demise lies close at hand Consumed in sorrow With no time to grieve Or wallow You don’t get it, now But I’ll be one tough act to follow […]
Uncross myself. Autumn is here, and with it anniversaries that layer scar tissues that weight on my blackened carcass, beneath sizzling ribs. The two greatest hurts of my so-called life, inflicted in October. You call yourself a ‘warrior’, and you are most certainly that. Your road has been a long, bad one. Frought with […]
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