aching;
shots of blinding pain spark in the small of my back
as if ever creeping acid was burning it's way up my spine
hurting;
my knuckles are while
clutching at the arid around me as if it might actually help
pulling;
invisible hands rip at my intestines
trying them in painful knots and bloody braids
holding in my anguish
long as i can wait
and
i
scream
you'd pick me up in your piece of junk car
and we wouldn't talk
but i know my mind would be racing with thoughts and unanswered questions
we'd get out of the car
and you'd say something
about how i should have let you get the door for me
and i'd laugh
even though is wasn't supposed to be funny
as we walk inside the building, with it's abstract paintings and beat up books and shelves
we'd walk up to the counter
and look at the hand written items you could order upon the board behind
and tell the lady behind that it was our first date, so she'd tell us stories about couples who had their first date there that ended up getting married
1.
when we talk
you say it's awesome
how I'm so cool
with everything you say
but you don't know
that on the other side of the phone
i'm really crying
with every single sentence
the thing is
you'll never know
2.
everything reminds me of you
the songs i listen to
the way the air smells
and every little memory
aroused by the things around me
it hurts so bad
like merciless hands are tearing at the flesh of my throat and
pulling harshly at my insides
braiding them together
like a game
but
through the blinding pain
i realized just how much
i loveneedwant you
i didn't know i could long
so much for a person
i've never felt
i draw a star on the palm of my left hand every day
and every day
you tell me
i'm going to get a tattoo there one day
and every day
i tell you tattoos are nasty, and that i'd never want one
and every day
something inside me
tells me i might want a star on the palm of my left hand
just to remember how you said i would.
you don't know what you do
when you hang up yelling at me.
and how i cry
because i don't know what i did wrong
you don't know what you do
when you think that i'm mad just because i don't say something
because i'm crying
and you just yell more
it hurts
and i'm broken
and you don't know what to do
when you breath in my ear
"i love you."
you don't know
that when i arch my back
and my breath cuts short
it's because electricity shoots through my veins
pooling in the bottom of my stomach
caught up in pleaurable agony
it almost hurts
as i clutch desperately at air
muscles tightening
and i
scream.
Car doors smash like out of time drum beats, slamming against the metal of a car's body, the hinges straining silently. But the sounds are muffled, coming in through two doors. My brother lightly pats his feet against the arm rest of out couch, making consistent little smacks, clashing with the repeating sound of a clock, it's minute needle spinning in it's never ending circle. The stick clicking just slightly back before it swings forward with yet another tic, it's sound adding to the layers of hits, bangs and smashes. The keys on my keyboard click as I type the letters of my paragraph, clashing with the sounds filling the room. It's like a
My hands float while being pushed down all at once, the imprint of the memory of the door frame not visible, but constantly pressing into the soft flesh of the back of my palm. A weight being pushed down firmly on the thin speckled skin that covers my bone, as if it is trying to leave an everlasting mark that I will feel for ever and ever. My hands are suddenly made of only muscle, being stretched and tugged until it is well past it's limit, leaving it's mark on the inside of my flesh instead of the outside, gently pushing outwards as if it wants to break free. Gentle pressure pushing from all angles as I sit, waiting for it to end.
Emotions fight with thoughts
Ideas spin around
Opinions battle facts
A never ending sound
A buzzing rings inside my ears
Controlling all my mind
Kicking, screaming, fighting
Never will it end
I know my brain won't stop for years
My thoughts continue on
Never ceasing, never stopping
Torture that won't end
Inside my room and on my bed
I lay in wait for sleep
Seeking peaceful solace
Within my nearing dreams
Take me away where the flowers grow tall
And the only voice is mine
Where all my opinions are facts
And ideas are all my own
Take me off to where the bluebirds sing
Easing my troubles away
Where all of the children laugh
Love
It's not right
For someone so young to think that they are in love
When they know nothing of what it is
I know nothing of what it is
Therefore I do not love
Happiness
Never true
Always tainted
Fake smiles and laughs, covering dirt and cuts and grime
I fake a smile and a laugh
Therefore I am not happy
Friends
Liars
They turn and run away
Ignoring what is real
My friends turn away
Therefore I do not have friends
Family
Timed
They show you the world and leave
18 years of lives then nothing
My 18 years are running short
Therefore I have no family
I hold onto your hand
she clutches your heart
squeezing tightly;
s
p
i
l
l
i
n
g
red.
I hear your thoughts
she tells you hers
never ending;
only her.
I catch you when you f
a
l
l
she tells you to get up
laughing quietly;
she doesnt care.
I try so hard to tell you
she has you wrapped around her finger
I cannot say;
you are hers.
I don't know what it means
When I see you and my heart shoots up my throat
When, seconds after parting, I want to see you again
When I curl up against the cushions on my chair, wishing it was you
It hurts so bad when you talk about her
And I can't tell you that every time all I want to do is jump on you and kiss you and tell you how much I appriciate you.
I tell myself I can't love you
Because
I Don't understand and
I'm scared
But sometimes, when you say something, it plays
A never ending mantra in my head
That I actually could
Sometimes, when people say your name
I desperately want to tell them
That I do
I hope what I can giv
when you breath in my ear
"i love you."
you don't know
that when i arch my back
and my breath cuts short
it's because electricity shoots through my veins
pooling in the bottom of my stomach
caught up in pleaurable agony
it almost hurts
as i clutch desperately at air
muscles tightening
and i
scream.