He is my Autumn tale.
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Happy April Fools’ Day!
You’ve got the love brain.
Vampire
(noun)
- someone who takes people’s hearts to feed their ego.
- already dead inside.
- stays up all night chatting or texting or winning your heart.
- seeks validity.
Perhaps
Perhaps when my walls came down, your feelings went along with it.
Perhaps as I empty another bottle of wine, I come to see how your words were too.
I heard a bird sing when I woke up this morning and I remembered how different it was to be so inspired.
Then I come across our old song and realize how people never put the song on their car or on the radio anymore.
Perhaps as the trends change, people too.
Troubled heart
2:59 AM
I’ll let thoughts of him fill the emptiness I’m feeling.
Lost, not found
that bouquet of roses in the garbage
have you seen the girl crying at the corner of her bed
Is she sleeping with her ex
has she gotten that text
she had been waiting for
the last two weeks
It’s past ten
Is she sleepy
Is she still waiting
what does she want
a call
a text
an apology
I’ll give it to her
have you seen her
confused
in love
longing
I’ve been looking
everywhere
to find her
hug her
whisper empty promises
in the nights
her soft caress
innocent and pure
her voice
my cold heart
craves for the warmth
of her flawless skin
I’ll give her all of my cold heart
and when I do
I need her to believe
to believe in me once again
She is somewhere
hiding in the corner
crying
breaking
used
I want her mine
and I want more than her
She is probably wondering who I really am
I’m the guy she broke herself for
she probably forgot me
she had probably
already moved on
or maybe
maybe she doesn’t even
know me
maybe she is yet to meet me
maybe I left her without knowing
what I had to lose
maybe she’s waiting for me
I still want more of her
I’m coming back for her
She is hollow inside
she is wondering who emptied her heart
who took it with him
trapped it in a bottle with the others
have you seen her
If you see her
please tell her
she needs a little light
tell her it was me
-Mr. wrong
When you forget to remember
It’s all downhill from here
passion’s fading
it gets easier
you start to hear the birds chirp again
in the mornings
when you woke up in the smell of brewed coffee
in the nights when you’re okay
watching a movie by yourself
when you’re not with him
and not lonely at the same time
when you’re eating homecooked dinner
and you forget to remember him
Less coffee and more milk
more of me and less of you
less coffee and more milk
a glowing skin and healed scars
a pruned rose
an orchestra of emotions
beautiful, sad, tragic,
a little less toxic me
Bookworm
Remember when he held your hands.
Remember the days you would miss him but he would be back.
It’s Sunday evening and you’re sitting outside,
the porch light in a yellow mood.
the wind is cold,
your breath is lonely.
Remember when he used to offer you his coat.
Remember when he took you to the beach one time.
Now another week has gone by.
You sit under the porch light again,
this time reading a book.
You can still hear him say
“read this, this one’s really good”
Yes, you take refuge in books.
A gust of wind blows and you just let it turn the pages,
as you were deep in thought…
Remember when you went out for movies,
Remember when you biked down 5th avenue,
going faster and faster,
like you never had to worry about falling down.
Remember?
You always forget why you don’t
have to remember these things anymore.
Broken record
In the beggining was a beautiful lyricless song
and a tone of voice that hummed along
bringing the sweet lull of a loftier melody
turning notes into emotions
spinning it in circles
Like a broken record
repeatedly skipping back a moment in whats being played
unable to move on to the next verse
to finally finish the song this little heart sings
In the beggining was a beautiful lyricless song