I wish I could forget you
erase you from memory
cold moments remembered
only show that were never truly meant for me.
In the story book of my life
you are written on so many pages
and even though every page turned
is a lesson learned
you’ve taught me enough
I’d like my library to burn.
You are the dirt under my fingernails
when you uprooted
seeds were left beneath
the soil of my skin
poison ivy still sprouts from these lips
you used to kiss.
April 19th, 2014
Four leafed clovers
At first I may miss you, especially when I believe that you miss me too. However once I realize you do not care, I begin to care much less also. I’m not a robot I cannot delete your facial expressions, funny jokes and our late night conversations at will, so thoughts of you will linger but soon you’ll become a person that was never meant to be around & that’s why you’re not.
Art is the reason I get up in the morning, but the definition ends there. It doesn’t seem fair that I’m living for something I can’t even define.
Those tiny sharp
broken pieces of your soul
I want to piece them back together
I want to make you whole.
I don’t care if my fingers bleed.
I hate being at work but i need money.