1. I couldn’t see you tonight. So I watched your favorite TV show and tried to laugh at the funny parts, but that didn’t really work. So I curled up in a big sweater and pretended you were the warmth around me instead of off in the night. How I wish you were the one that wanted to keep me warm.

    I couldn’t see you tonight. So I watched your favorite TV show and tried to laugh at the funny parts, but that didn’t really work. So I curled up in a big sweater and pretended you were the warmth around me instead of off in the night. How I wish you were the one that wanted to keep me warm.

  2. To you, I am nothing.
    thoughts while staring at you through dim lighting
  3. Writing goodbye letters,

    Is like being a china doll

    Walking across the precipice.

    Soon I shall smash.

    And all that will be left

    Is the pieces

    That will never fit together again.

  4. The best way to break another human being,
    Is to simply take everything they love from them.

  5. I hate that you can’t see what’s right in front of you.

    Open up your heart,

    Close your eyes,

    And let me love you.

  6. Sometimes it’s subtle.

    Sometimes it’s subtle.

  7. When you wake up, I hope you get high knowing the sun gets to kiss me awake. Not you. I hope you envy the cup of coffee that gets to kiss my sleepy lips awake every cold and bitter morning as you drown your problems with a third of whiskey. Maybe you could enjoy mornings if you spent the night with someone who kisses the air every day she wakes.

    When you wake up, I hope you get high knowing the sun gets to kiss me awake. Not you. I hope you envy the cup of coffee that gets to kiss my sleepy lips awake every cold and bitter morning as you drown your problems with a third of whiskey. Maybe you could enjoy mornings if you spent the night with someone who kisses the air every day she wakes.

  8. They say kissing someone who smokes
    Is like making out with an ashtray
    But to me it tastes like coffee
    And yes, I take it bitter with no remorse
    I’m sorry I tore out the good lip ring
    No.
    I’m not.
    I never wanted to lose you to the stars,
    But you go where you’re told
    And I can only dream of freedom.
    So thank you for the stories
    My skin will never forget you.
    I pray you can learn to forget the nicotine
    And me.

  9. How are you dear?

    Little frazzled. But excited for the weekend, a couple of my friends are getting married.

  10. It’s raining and there’s a bit of thunder

    But I can’t stop thinking about how the moon 

    Will never get to see this,

    And neither will you.

    But the water will flow over the grave where we buried you last February

    And wash the dust away

    From months of neglect.

    I’m sorry I never visit you anymore.

    But my head is pounding

    And I don’t eat much these days.

    I’ve just been yearning to get out the door

    But the sun doesn’t kiss my skin like it used to,

    And no, neither will you.

    But calls don’t make up for friends I never see,

    The paper I’ve been folding doesn’t bring joy to me,

    And frankly I’m straining to breathe

    Until the day I get out of here

    Because I’m sick of pills and withdrawal,

    Side effects without side causes,

    Apologies from mouths that did not bring this upon me.

    I’m sick of tears that should not have shed

    Kind of like my last days with you.

    I’m sick.

    That’s the problem.

    I’m sick and this is only making me sicker,

    And the rain isn’t helping anymore.

    I haven’t touched rain since the day

    I wore the flower print dress

    And someone new told me it was pretty,

    Even though I wasn’t wearing it for him,

    I was wearing it for you.

    My dreams constitute of ideas that became impossible

    That one dreadful day I went to the library in the flower print dress

    And woke up a week later with tubes pushing life

    Through my paper pale skin.

    You used to have skin like that.

    Every blue vein pulsing with synthetic material

    And they know it is not made of me.

    But I am made of my sickness

    And the sickness is made of me,

    So maybe I’ll be joining you soon.

    We can join the moon,

    Maybe she’ll show us something better than

    Rain and a little bit of thunder.

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