May 18, 2014 § 9 Comments
May 8, 2014 § 9 Comments
If only you had known how to read,
you never would have left that night.
But you’re a riddler, and riddlers can only rhyme.
This happened long ago— these words I’ve poeticized.
‘Does it hurt you still?’ You questioned.
No. I lied.
May 7, 2014 § 4 Comments
May 5, 2014 § 8 Comments
The only part I regret, is accepting a part of your heart, while she kept the rest.
How can you know? You never gave us a chance.
I know I deserve a whole heart.
May 4, 2014 § 15 Comments
Last night one of my guy friends broke up with his girlfriend. “Whatever I’m free I guess…” He unhappily said.
But that’s just the thing about love. You don’t want to be free. You want to be tied up in the knot forever— because to be untied, to be free means to be apart from the one thing. you want to be tied up in.
Sometimes the best thing in the world is to not be free.
I want to be not free. Please come, come and tie me up.
I want to be so close it hurts.