Winter Song

Do you have memories that are oft forgotten, but a certain smell, or sound can trigger the memory to play so vividly you feel every single thing you felt that night.

Winter, brings the pain and the heartbreak for me. The snow crunching beneath my feet. I was eighteen, I was wild and beautiful and I was walking home at four in the morning with a man almost twice my age and two hundred dollars worth of cocaine in my pocket.

I was so happy. The air hurt my face, and Carl and I spilt his last cigarette. The night was blurred but I remember being in his bed. I remember him telling me he cared. I remember the lyrics he wrote about me. And that he couldn’t sleep with me.

He said he wanted to and that I was beautiful. But I think he just wanted to take care of me.

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All The Broken Pieces

I miss it you know

I miss the sleepless night driving by little white lines

I miss waking up in unfamiliar beds

I miss smoking until my lungs hurt

I miss the girl I used to be

So broken, so complex, so

Interesting.

Live & Learn

I remember how warm your hands were and sometime

Only sometimes I miss how they held me.

Most of the time I remember how they burned me,

Into never wanting to touch another persons flesh again

Ode To The Boy Alone In The Coffeeshop

You have eyes to kill over and you don’t know this because men don’t seem to like compliments like this

Your coffee order is complex and I have a feeling its metaphorical for the personality you obtain

The window lets the sun play with your bleached blonde locks and I’m jealous that the sun is able to explore you while I keep my distance.

People say being lonely is sad and unfortunate but the way you old yourself proves

Being alone is not the same as being lonely

You Hurt Me

So what have you told her about me?

Did you tell her about my poetry

Or the way your back arched when my lips touched your neck?

Did you tell her you loved me

Or that I waited hours for you while you worked?

Did you tell her you ignored me when I hurt

Or that you looked at me like a project that needed fixing?

Did you tell her you cried for me?

Did you tell her I spent two months in a psychiatric ward?

Did you tell her I was too crazy for you?

Did you tell her you felt sorry for me?

Did you tell her you were happy she never reminds you of me?

Does she look at you like a hero for putting up with me?

Does she want to be everything I couldn’t be for you?

Does she always have a smile on her face?

I’m not your sob story to tell.