theprettycylon:

It’s a momentary lapse of judgement;
a very short notice to my loneliness and a very quick distress to my abstinence.

You were not with me fully, wholly,
though your presence was euphonious
that enchanted me in ways I thought it would be just fine to postpone the plangency of my prolonged misery.

ghostsandonionskins:

Fire leapt from your head
but the memories bled
till you said all the ribbons fell out wrong
when the scalpel exposed
what tenth graders should know
why the smart tend to keep all their clothes on
but you and me Anna
aren’t saving the day
with our limber but tired views on beauty
all the…

How do you cool your lips 
After a summer’s kiss
How do you rid the sweat 
After the body bliss 
How do you turn your eyes 
From the romantic glare 
How do you block the sound 
Of a voice you’d know anywhere

Oh, I really should have known 
By the time you drove me home 
By the vagueness in your eyes 
Casual good-byes 
By the chill in your embrace 
The expression on your face 
That told me 
Maybe you might have some advice to give On how to be Insensitive 

How do you numb your skin 
After the warmest touch 
How do you slow your blood 
After the body rush 
How do you free your soul 
After you’ve found a friend 
How do you teach your heart
It’s a crime to fall in love again

Oh, you probably won’t remember me 
It’s probably ancient history 
I’m one of the chosen few 
Who went ahead and fell for you 
I’m out of vogue, I’m out of touch 
I fell too fast, I feel too much 
I thought that you might have 
Some advice to give on how to be Insensitive

redgetawaycar:

Everything around her made no sense. She swears to hear a whistle of some sort. Like a signal of something starting or perhaps ceasing. A whirlwind of emotion is writhing her soul. If it is purging her, she doesn’t know.

Truth is, I’m still not okay.

I feel like I should be arrested for…

typicalstephypoetry:

He’s making her happy,
while you push her away.
You’re giving her silence,
he knows what to say.
What will you do,
if he steals her heart?
How will you cope,
when you are apart?
The silence she’s receiving,
is what will hurt her the most.
She’s your girl,
you’re meant to show…

(Source: typicalstephypoetry)

mikefrawley:

I heard you’d given up on love
Cinderella never say never
time will dry your every tear
broken hearts don’t last forever

Soon enough the sun will shine
when it does I hope you’ll see
I’m no prince, still I’m the one
your lonely heart is safe with me

Love can often be a painful game
and that damn fool played his part
I pray you’ll trust me nonetheless
for I will never break your heart

flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions:

remember when we used to
step around certain tiles
because they were lava?

why did we stop?
no one ever called
the game off.
why did we stop
taking care to see
where we set our steps.

we stopped watching
because when we grew up,
we just got used to
the sensation of the burn.
in fact, the burn is
all we have left to feel.
everything else is just
cold and robotic.

remember, watch your step.

iamthehuntress:

I need a boy
who tastes like tequila, 
who can take away my
troubles with a kiss;

I need a boy,
a disposable boy,
who smells like
cigarettes;

I need a boy
who I can say good-bye to
with no pain and no regrets. 

mikefrawley:

How can I miss what wasn’t mine
home is a place I’ve never known

Love came to play, then ran away
leaving only a heart I could not own

Long I’ve tracked my treasured map
yet hope is a land I’ve yet to find

Searching around, within, without
still rest eludes my troubled mind

I’ve dabbled in…

sixfeetunderdreamin:

We hold onto all our yesterdays
Like they’re the last card
We’ve got to play.
I see it in my own two
Eyes
When I look at my reflection,
I’m only getting older.
But this is the hardest part
I’ve found.
Growing up and moving on
Just doesn’t seem to fit
In these story lines
We’ve spent…