Daydream

Give me a night alone in my room.

Give me attention but also solitude.

Keep me warm, build me a fire,

Kiss me softly as a grow tired.

Love me gently, but hit me rough.

My body is soft but my mind is tough.

Tell me stories to ease my head,

Please don’t leave me alone in bed.

I want so badly to be free.

Take this life away from me.

Give me pills that make me sleep,

Never again would you hear me weep.

Time

I missed you

But the sun still rose,

And it continued to warm the Earth.

I missed you,

But the time still passed,

Like any other day.

I missed you,

But the music still sounded

The way it always had.

I missed you,

And I will always miss you,

But life still continues.

I suppose

I will have to accept

That you are no longer

part of my life.

Seasons

Autumn is a time for the carefree

Autumn is a time where the damaged souls feel comfort in the trees and the wind,

Autumn is a time for chainsmokers and poets to reveal who they are,

Autumn is a time for lovers who do not know how to love,

The ones who find their emotions at the bottom of a bottle.

Autumn is the time where we can cover the scars and pretend,

Even just for a few months,

We are understood.

Different

I haven’t been writing like before,

The only thing that drives me to pick up a pen anymore are a few glasses of whiskey.

I haven’t been singing lately,

The way I did with you in the shower,

Maybe because I’m always on my own and things we used to do together makes me feel lonely.

I don’t sleep enough,

I only dream of you at my feet and waking up is too painful.

When you left you left your sent on my skin and I’ve scrubbed for three days straight but you just won’t disappear.

I don’t go to all my classes,

They feel too long and I’m not paying attention anyway.

I don’t paint,

I always find my way to the colour of your eyes and it’s not beautiful anymore,

It’s tragic.

I don’t spend much time at home,

The walls want to know where you went and I don’t have the answer.

I forgot to eat today,

I didn’t realize until I got ill and had nothing in my system but the vodka that goes down like water these days.

Damaged

Damaged isn’t the right word, but it’s the first thing that comes to mind. 

She’s the girl at the bar who lets others push through her, she’s decided she’s not worthy of attention first. 

That’s why she sleeps with married men and doesn’t mind being the last resort when all your friends bailed on a night out. 

So I’ll sit with her as she waits for the train and give her cigarettes and gently graze her thigh. 

She believes she’s easily replaced but if you know anyone with eyes as sad as hers than that’s enough proof that this world is absolute shit. 

When I first met her, reading alone in some underrated coffeehouse in an area of town you don’t want to spend too much time in, I could have sworn she was well into her twenties. 

She’s just a kid who grew up too fast. 

Perhaps she could have been beautiful if this world hadn’t have been so cold. Now she spends her days only half alive and he nights so hazed with drugs and drinks and men so strange she won’t have many left. 

So she sits and reads novels about lives crueler than her own, smokes mint cigarettes so death can taste a little sweeter, and will pretend like she’s something special.