Chain Smoking
Posted on September 24, 2018 Leave a Comment
It wasn’t ever personal,
until you were the only person I could think of,
unintentional,
so impractical,
I began speaking in clichés and dreamy drooling.
My eyes carved out,
spinning wildly on the staff room table,
as I placed marble hearts,
where they used to reside.
I had a lovely time,
watching you chain smoke,
to forget your overbearing mother,
and your darling dipsomania,
smoke snaking around your angel eyes,
so sad,
but so sexy
to this one track girl,
who knows you’re hurting,
but only knows one way,
to make it better.
Let me kiss you better,
singing I’ll Only Miss Her When I Think Of Her,
leaning out the window,
just to choke on air,
because I forget to breathe,
when we are close.
The day runs down my throat,
and I am still,
marble heart eyes closed,
on the window sill,
and suddenly,
your arms close around my waist,
damn you, innocently nuzzling into my neck,
and I am so,
so,
so breathless.
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#wordporn
Posted on September 14, 2018 Leave a Comment
It’s okay to
feed the kids
this way
hide the pills
of life
any
way
that
you can
shout it out
in whatever voice
fills your throat
even if it’s
not yours
you took the sun
so you see
posting a shot of a typewriter
replaces the need for a
unique writing voice or style
with you
you see
im special cause I fucking love autumn
when you left
so you see
aesthetic coffee cup stain on my desk for no reason
you see
im special cause I fucking love autumn
plagiarised pinterest
pushed around
the plate
for tea again?
Thank god
I’m famished
🙂
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New Video: Sad Girl’s Love Song
Posted on September 10, 2018 Leave a Comment
I take each letter of your name,
embroidered to my existence,
experiencing euphoria,
every instant.
You are enough.
I swear that it’s love,
mood music and medicine,
from your tips to my lips,
a picture of perfection,
with any face I can find.
You are not done.
Let a girl love,
moving from mishap to mishap,
misshapen heart,
broken and barren,
but able to beat,
for today’s true love,
whoever that might be.
You are the sun.
I sing my sad girl’s love song,
high above the clouds,
careful not to close my eyes,
so I can recall,
the fire of each finale,
charred on my cheeks,
that are sick of salty soliloquies.
You are undone.
I’m stranded in an ocean I created,
from all the certainties I was wrong about,
as you swim out,
like all the others,
because everybody loves a sad girl,
that they’re certain they can fix.
You are wrong.
You are gone,
as I hold my heavy heart shut.
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I Drove You Crazy
Posted on September 9, 2018 Leave a Comment
I didn’t plan to spend so much time,
inside your mind.
Sweet sailor valentine,
dressed up in denim,
and your mother’s money,
precocious brocialist baby boy,
that I just couldn’t resist.
I never meant to mean so much,
just summer love,
or something to study,
but there I was,
traipsing through your mind.
It was just the summer.
My own was somewhere else,
sometimes,
when we kissed,
under sing song stars.
You complained about my expensive and excessive lipgloss,
and I made a mental note,
to punish you forever,
but,
you must understand,
I never meant like this.
I never meant to mean so much,
because I thought we were pretend,
so I was unaware of why you started to cry,
when I called you,
offering homework help,
and liquorice.
It was just liquorice.
I never meant to move in to your mind.
I never meant to mean so much.
You must understand,
I didn’t think I had the right,
but,
still,
I dove inside,
and drove you crazy,
so you say.
I never meant to mean so much.
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