sleeping monsters

Sometimes,I feel like ripping apart my skin,and searching for a reason for whyI feel this...

Wed, 08 May 2013 05:04:48 -0400

Sometimes,
I feel like ripping apart my skin,
and searching for a reason for why
I feel this empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled,
or something is lodged
in my ribcage.
Because it feels like
something inside of me is
missing or broken.

Sigh your name into my mouth,and I will breathe you in,so your words can make a homeat the bottom of...

Wed, 08 May 2013 04:46:48 -0400

Sigh your name into my mouth,
and I will breathe you in,
so your words can make a home
at the bottom of my lungs,
escaping only on the nights
when I feel the loneliest.

I envy the nightthat embraces you with its stillness, and caresses your eyelids,sending you to a...

Wed, 08 May 2013 04:42:53 -0400

I envy the night
that embraces you with its
stillness, and caresses your eyelids,
sending you to a cloud filled dream.
You always look best when you sleep,
your eyelashes fluttering,
and your lips parted.
I am tired of wrapping up my bones
in these cold sheets,
because i would rather be
wrapping myself up in you.

You tore through the walls of my heartlike a tornado, destroying everything in its path;Leaving my...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 22:34:00 -0400

You tore through the walls of my heart
like a tornado, destroying everything in its path;
Leaving my limbs cut up,
and my bones bruised.
And you didn’t even return
to clean up the mess you created.

You are magnificentin the same way the violent cerulean waves arewhen they kiss the shore;Always...

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 05:00:00 -0400

You are magnificent
in the same way the
violent cerulean waves are
when they kiss the shore;
Always coming back,
crashing harder each time
as if the pull could show
all of the tiny cells in the sand
how much it adores them.

The worst nights were the ones spentlying on cold and empty mattresses,thinking about you and...

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 03:42:00 -0400

The worst nights were the ones spent
lying on cold and empty mattresses,
thinking about you and how
desperately I wanted to be
underneath your bones
and explain how awfully sorry I am
for not being there
when you needed me the most.

All I ever wanted was to show you how much I love you on nights like this ,where we’d lie wide...

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 06:10:00 -0400

All I ever wanted was to show you
how much I love you on nights like this ,
where we’d lie wide awake on top of an
overused mattress and talk about all
of the empty spaces between when we were born
up to the day that we met each other,
wondering what we were thinking
ever being in the arms of another.

I never believed in heaven,or luckor even myself,until I woke up to the creases of your armsslung...

Thu, 07 Mar 2013 04:16:00 -0500

I never believed in heaven,
or luck
or even myself,
until I woke up to the creases
of your arms
slung over my rib cage
at 8 in the morning.
And watched your eyelashes
as they fluttered in the light
of the sunrise slipping
through your tiny window,
and thought to myself,
That if your arms could be any place,
they would be heaven,
and that I am the luckiest person
in the world.

You are the dark, immaculate night skyon a chilly summer night.With bare toes against the grass,and...

Wed, 20 Feb 2013 04:23:00 -0500

You are the dark, immaculate night sky
on a chilly summer night.
With bare toes against the grass,
and my spine looking towards the sky,
I will always return to nights like these,
where I can remember you.

no amount ofcrimson rivers downmy thighsorcigarettes between my lipscan fill this voidas big as a...

Wed, 13 Feb 2013 04:56:00 -0500

no amount of
crimson rivers down
my thighs
or
cigarettes between
my lips
can fill this void
as big as a canyon
that dwells beneath
my ribs.

“patience,” you said.i waited silently in my chairfor you to come.“soon,”...

Wed, 13 Feb 2013 04:43:18 -0500

“patience,” you said.
i waited silently in my chair
for you to come.
“soon,” you said.
i sat at the edge
of my bed
hands folded over my
knobby pale knees,
patiently
awaiting your arrival.
“someday,” are the only words
that can seem to escape my
lips anymore.
there is only a someday
with you.

show me all the placesthat you’ve been bruisedand i promise to trace myfingers gracefully...

Mon, 11 Feb 2013 03:54:00 -0500

show me all the places
that you’ve been bruised
and i promise to trace my
fingers gracefully around them
until you’re well enough to be touched.
show me where you’ve bled;
the places which your scars lie
and i promise to plant seeds
inside of your pores
so that your skin can sprout new life
in order for you to be new again
i would pour my life into you
just to create a forcefield around your body
so that nobody could hurt you ever
again.

If somebody were to ever ask mewhat you were like,I would become inarticulatebecause I don’t...

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 04:00:11 -0500

If somebody were to ever ask me
what you were like,
I would become inarticulate
because I don’t think any amount of
metaphors and similes
could describe the way my body feels
when I can sense your eyes on me,
and no amount of make-shift poetry could
express the way you make me feel
even when you’re
nowhere to be found

it’s much easier to trace the fleshof your thighs and feel all thememories rush through your...

Thu, 17 Jan 2013 04:08:26 -0500

it’s much easier to trace the flesh
of your thighs and feel all the
memories rush through your fingertips,
than it is to dismantle your words
from the back of your tongue,
allowing them to escape
like birds leaving north for the winter

I care for you so much, that if you told me you wanted to beleft alone to drown in your own...

Thu, 17 Jan 2013 00:51:09 -0500

I care for you so much,
that if you told me you wanted to be
left alone to drown in your own sorrows,
I would keep my distance, but tread
water in the rivers you create at your shoulders
until you felt well enough to swim

You’re the type of person who would ratherclose the shades to your foggy windowat 9 in the...

Wed, 16 Jan 2013 03:01:55 -0500

You’re the type of person who would rather
close the shades to your foggy window
at 9 in the morning so that you can sleep
just a little bit longer.
You clung to your dreams hoping they’d provide
you a safety net.

You would rather construct walls of steel
around your doorways,
keeping everybody with a golden heart away
just so that you won’t have to feel
that same collapsing feeling in your ribs again.

But if it came down to it,
I’d show up at your apartment
at 2:37 in the morning and
bang my fists against your steel doors
until they caved in, as eventually would you.

I’d crawl into your bed, on top of navy blue sheets
and nestle my nose against your neck and whisper
to you that even though you prefer
messy hair and dirty dishes
I’d spend a lifetime under your blanket of safety
if it meant being with you.

braillei traced your flesh with my pointer fingers,reading all of your stories that you haphazardly...

Wed, 26 Dec 2012 22:51:04 -0500

braille

i traced your flesh with my
pointer fingers,
reading all of your stories
that you haphazardly lived.
all the mountains you’ve climbed
to get to where you are today
then i reached your scars,
and you trembled
and that was the saddest story
that i have ever read

i met you in julyyour bones were bruised and your heart was a vacant roomit was selfish of meto ease...

Tue, 18 Dec 2012 05:28:43 -0500

i met you in july
your bones were bruised
and your heart was a vacant room
it was selfish of me
to ease myself into you
to try to fill the void
but i was cold
and you radiated warmth

there’s something about the way the curve of yourhips look at 2 amnext to me on satin white...

Thu, 13 Dec 2012 20:52:00 -0500

there’s something about the way the curve of your
hips look at 2 am
next to me on satin white sheets
and the way you traced my face with the back
of your fingers, memorizing every curve in my lips
as if you were an architect
studying the structure of my body

you would collect stars from the black skyjust to spread them like fairy dustthroughout the pores of...

Thu, 06 Dec 2012 05:21:37 -0500

you would collect stars from the black sky
just to spread them like fairy dust
throughout the pores of my skin
and you would cup your hands beneath the moon
and steal it’s silver lining
and embroider it on my wrists
just to cover up the scars