"what are they fighting for?" he asked, looking clueless. i knew his intentions though. after seeing a girl like her? a lovesick kid like him could only be thinking one of two things.
i snickered in response, crossing my arms over my chest. "her hand," i became amused with the surprised look on his face. he must've been stuck on that second thought i mentioned.
"look at her," he sits his hand on my shoulder, patting it. she skates past us again, the ice making a satisfying sliding sound. it makes my heart flutter.
"she's..." mine. is what i should've said, but she isn't. not yet at least. i smile when she passes. he doesn't really smile. the new guy is weird.
i accept him anyways.
blood is gushing
swords are drawn
guns are out
knives to his neck
he remembered how she just used to kiss it instead
he awakes from his mind blind by life
he grits his teeth and bares the pain
he's so much weaker today
her voice soothed him
her voice subdued him
she smokes some weed
he tries to breathe
but his voice is swimming in broken teeth
she hears him for a moment there
begging for air
in some way
we've been here before
she feels nothing at all, yet he goes for more
now that she's healed
he's an open sore
alone, but not too lonely
he forgot what he needed you for
you were just like a store
and he kept robbing you for more
all that you had
wasn't enough
for what he was hungry for
his heart black and blue
she wonders who
made him so blue
so much so that your skin turns though
the piano haunts you awake
i was slamming on my keyboard for heavens sake
i cried out to a guy who only loved me for one good night
he meant so much to me
and he's not the one who wants me
only the ugly
only the brooding
only the liars
cheats and losers
want me so desperately
i'm like a shooting star
sometimes i adore
sometimes i disappear for long
you won't know how long
you don't wait up for shooting stars
but you wait up to see the moon and the sun
it's sickening what i've done
i've drawn the conclusion so far away from this contusion of a man who insists his mid life confusion is mine to fix
please, get a grip
i'm not calling you back now, i don't know who that is
the piano falls and my back splits
in two slits i called black and white
i felt more like the white
he blackened all the areas of light
all the moments of my life
he made them turn ink
he never made me wonder
he never made me think
i was a puppet
following a blind sheep
i couldn't have been more meek
better yet asleep
for half of a relationship that felt like 47 meters deep
shark week
shark weak
i made the pun so you could laugh at me
just a little bit
it's all worth it
you don't even understand what you seek
you don't know the power i have now
i have the gift of intuition and seeing through lies
but obviously you think i'm still obsessed with you and i'm not
and you surely will feel sad inside
for all the times kaylin helped you out and you never replied
ungrateful lazy
you don't deserve dust from me
not even a breath as all
fuck you, you made me smoke up all my weed
dealing with idiots like you
i can't help but think there is no other way for me
but to write my shivering words into a poetry book you've never found
and never heard
these are those words
