One DaySome days my chest feels so heavy and my heart feels cold,Yet it burns so much that it could tear itself a hole.It gets hard to be so far apartBut my dear, one day you’ll get to feel the pounding of my heart.For now I sleep alone, and even on the warmest of nights it gets a little cold.But one day I’ll get to hold you close, and I don’t care if you’re a thorned rose.For I know that life hasn’t been good to youAnd at times painted you a shade of blue.And even if I can’t scrape away the paintI’ll always be there to help you repaint.-S.P
Thoughts of YouMaybe the constant thoughts of youis my punishment for not trying hard enough.-S.P
Another GalaxyHer eyes were a portal to another galaxythat I had yet to discover the wonders of.And I didn't want the journey to end, evenwhen I knew that it was over.-S.P
EverythingOther people shouldn't be seen as your everything.Because that would mean that if one day they wereto leave, you would be left with nothing.You should always be your everything.-S.P
Never AgainMy hand is stained red from the blood ofthe parts of me that I killed for you."Never again..." I whisper to myself asI wash it away. Never again.Oh how sweet and innocent I was,thinking that you were 'the one' because you lookedat me like I had painted the world.But in between my brush strokes and anoccupied child's smile, I didn't notice youlooking at her as if she had created that world.-S.P
Some Things We Can't UnderstandI know that you don't love me.But some days I just like to think thatmy love was so great that you didn't knowwhat to do with it.So you just left.But other days I can't help but think thatI was just pouring my love into a pale with holes.And I know that none of these are true.That deep down I know that I will nevertruly understand it.But I guess sometimes we make up our own littlestories just to keep ourselves from going insanewhile trying to figure out what went wrong.-S.P
The UniverseIn you is the beauty of the entire universeAnd just like the universe, I'll spend an entirelifetime trying to discover new wonders that accompany you.Maybe I'll never discover them all, but even justa piece of you is enough to enchant me.-S.P
Whispers of DeceitYou said that our love would last foreverAnd that you'd lie to me neverI believed your every wordBecause your whispers of deceit I had not heard.-S.P
The Ocean and The ShoreYou were the oceanAnd I was the shoreOnce the tide goes out and makes its way back inMy love, we will meet again once more.-S.P
You are StrongYou are so, so strong.Whatever you’re going through,Just keep onKeeping on.The time it takesMight be short or long,But you will findThat perfect placeWhere you belong.Just hold on.
drawn-eyed closurespineless princess in her backless dress,boneless muscle caricaturelike she's tim burton's daughter,those whispers keel overdown-turned lips.(you were always fearfulof cracking up, breaking down, breath hitchesand teary eyes were only meant for quiet showings.)and we never embrace anymore,never peck each otherbecause it's so cliche for you to fly away from me,a wide-eyed bird,but i kiss the corners of your lying, lonely lipsbecause i love you anyways.
The Words you Don't want to HearBy the time,You read this...
I'm FineI'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.Clearly you see that I'm not.But really I'm fine.Always have been.But no I'm not.I'm not fine.Saying your fine means nothing.It is a lie.But I say it anyways.It's all I can say.To keep them away.Because telling them won't help.Because they don't understand.Explainations won't do.So I say those two words.Just to keep them satisfied.While my mind scream "I'M NOT FINE".My lips are in a straight line.I show no signs of being "not fine".But that's just a mask.So really, I'm not fine.But I'll keep saying it.I'll keep saying it till you're satisfied.Because it's my problem.It's never your problem.So you shouldn't have to worry.But I want you to worry really.But telling you that is selfish.I can't be selfish.Selfish is bad.Not good.So if you ask,Yes I am fine.But no I am not fine.I am far from it.But I'll tell you that lie again.So you don't make that face.Even thought I'm not fi
My Mother Found a Suicide NoteI'm going to paintthese white walls redwith a loaded gunand the pull of a trigger.Say goodbye to allof my worries and insecuritiesand add another notch to my razor.Another handful of pillsto take away the painand the lies of yesterday.Inhale the poisonto quicken the diseasethat's slowly killing me.Allow the numbnessto run through my bloodstreamand silence my demons.My body is becoming coldand I cannot feel a thing anymore.The white walls are red,my razor has another notch,the lies of yesterday are gone,the disease has reached my heart,and my demons are quiet.I'm home.
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyof passions and talents,of guitars and stars,with such breathless intensitythen stops short andapologisesfor speaking at all.All because somewhere in her life,someone she loved broke her heartby ignoringher beautiful wordsand telling her toshut up,keep it down,nobody cares.People aren’t born sad.We make them that way.
W h a t A m I ?Just what am I,you ask..While drinking bitterliquor from your passeddown generationsof a flask.You see,I am a force noteven God can interfere.The very meaningof the word fear.Ghost in the shadows,a demon who taunts,& you're the verybeing that Ihaunt.
It's Okay to be SelfishSometimes, you have to do things just for yourself.And that’s okay.Sometimes you’ve got to stay in bed,Empty your head,And think of all the nice thingsYou've ever had saidTo you.And that’s okay.Sometimes you’ve got to cry,Scream like you’re going to die,And just lieAround, being sad.And that’s okay.Sometimes you’ve got to shut everything out,Just forget aboutWhat you want to be without.And that’s okay.Sometimes you’ve got to talk,Just let the words walkOut of your mouth,Carrying your thoughts with them.And that’s okay.Sometimes you’ve got be selfish.And that’s okay -You do whatever it takes,To get you through the day.
That's So Gay"That's so gay,"Is what you say,But silently,You've pushed oneOf your friends away."Oh no, honey,Boys don't playWith Barbie dolls."By enforcing gender roles,You are killingYour kids,And telling themThat you'll love them no matter what**Conditions apply.Don't push your loved onesAwayWith things you do or say,Because words hurt;But they hurt mostFrom the mouths ofThe people that told you,They'd always love you.Saying, "that's so gay",Or making them behaveIn a gendered way,Is telling themThat it's not okayTo be somethingThey can't help.(And even if they could,Why wouldIt matter?)And it will hurt themForever,And every time you're together,They'll be wondering;"Am I wrong?""Do I really belong?"Every time you say something like,"That's so gay",You burn someone's trust away.And you can't build anything backFrom ash.
The Last TimeLike the ink from my penMy blood spilled and with it I wrote about you,Vowing to myself that this would be the last time.And it was.-S.P