It's A Lyrical Day

I'm sick of seeing you cry
And wasting all your time
On someone who will never care enough.
Does it make you feel loved?
Does it make you feel safe?
I would drop my life to take his place
To show you just how good
Being touched could be.
Commit these words to memory
For when you find yourself
Pinned under his demands,
I am still an option that you have.
So carry me around
Like a picture in your purse.
Pull me out when things are at their worst.
You can show up at my house
Completely unannounced.
We'll have that movie kiss we talked about
Where there are no words
Just a soft and gentle score.
Our ears will ring from all the strings.
We'll let the screen go black
And watch the credits run
And see the names of every one
Who we ever met
And who we ever missed.
Each one had a role in this.
It's just another film that won't get made.
I'm sick of seeing you cry.

Jack-Shit Todayyy

I can't help it I'm speakin' in rhyme.
It's just a good way to pass the time.
I see the beauty in this big mess
Of writing poems. Oh! What a test!
To pull forth words that we all use
We can make such a lovely muse.

Flowing

Rest In Peace is our mentality,
But really it RIPS our reality.

Tailored Hell

I'm so bruised and battered
And nothing really matters.
The snow's a pretty white,
Covering me from sight.
My body is shaking,
And frost is my taking.
This tailored Hell
Is something I made too well.

Don't Break A Pinky Promise. That Shit's Legit.

Promise is an interesting word and thing.
People make them as if they were a fling.
I made one here and there and everywhere
But only to the people that I had care
For. I wish we could have kept them.
But, somehow, we were condemned.
We joined reality and played their games.
We left our dreamworld to become tamed.
Part of me wished we had stayed there.
We should've just stayed in our lair.
Now, I'm looking back at us,
And I must confess
We're still a wonderful mess.

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"Before I go, promise me one thing? You won't ever get completely sick of me... nor will you ever truly hate me... for anything? That... when you want out, you won't fuck me over...?"
"I promise if you promise the same thing."
"I promise. I love you...And I'd never do that."
"I promise."

The Cat Meowed

I'm writing this fucking poem, because
I promised to my dad I would. So I pause
My reality to write an epic poem I never
Read in class, since it never, ever
Got written. And it never will. Fuck
The cat. He's full of bad luck.

S P A C E

Today, I was scared
Of space. I stared
At the lack of it.
I threw a fit.
In the dark, I cried,
Wanting to go hide.
He wanted me to crawl
In, since I was small.
But I just freaked out
And began to shout.
I was with confusion
From my own illusion.

Maybe, Baby.

Today my phone broke, and I had a divorce.
I guess I'll just let things run their course.
Today I got drunk, and I threw a fit.
I guess I'll just pretend I don't hit.
Today I was alone, and I felt it to be home.
I guess I'll just forget and be on loan.
Today I went to bed, and I felt for your hand, dear.
I guess I'll just regret not having you near.
Today I wrote a poem, and I wrote it for you.
I guess I'll just agree that what she said was true,
Which was, "Maybe because deep down she is lovable."
Then, why does she seem so goddamned untouchable?