tell. dont tell.

i say what i feel i tell you what you want to hear you say you hear me you say you feel me i dont understand why you dont need me all i say is wrong all i say is truth you hurt me i keep coming i dont know how to let go you go you dont want me to go. i stay and i push myself away i want to leave but you can leave me oh the predicament i want you you know you want me not in the same way but its all the want a person can i embrace this bottle of wine i down every drop \thinking of you is a curse a curse i would gladly take every dday to take you in fuck this shit it doesnt make sense this is where the hate grows and the love hurts.

i came here to this farm. hahahah you made me raise my voice. i dont do that. i dont yell. i dont get angry. its not your fault. its not mine either. no one is at fault. its just a common place with common emotions the emotions a girl feels the one she tries to hide she doesnt want to cry., the tears just come down from her eyes. the band plays the music is on one more drink and it will all be gone. down my throat to my gut i feel the pour all through my gut it feels good to feel something else . something else thats not good at all its not hurt so its okay its a feeling thats all that she wanted. to feel something less than pain.

No One Knows

I find it kind of funny i find it kind of strange. This burning. This ache it wont go away. I feel it deep deep inside my brain he brought me something. something to fix the pain. it wont go away. it stays the same. this ache he left when he went away

breathe

as you exhale i inhale because you are the breath that gives me life

eh

in a room full of strangers i dont feel alone. in my bedroom full of air i try to feel. i can be myself all alone. its what it is what can be done if its all we had then now its gone.

run

im running out of everything.
patience.
time.
money.
mind.
soul.
energy.
ideas.

deflowered

Sunday night. wondered into a distant land filled with rocks and small villages. I came across a man. a man. wonderful thought. A man, he would do. I would walk up to the man and tell him anything. Anything that came out of my mouth. He was not a hobo. He did not have a shotgun. He was blue eyed like the devil himself. A devil of a man. He would do.

he would do many a thing. and it would be fine for just that one night. one night of bliss. or was it.