Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Peddle Promises

Thursday, July 7, 2011

wicker dresser

as she pulled her screen door shut she remembered she forgot something.
she slipped off her tattered shoes with the worn in heels and ran barefoot up her cold wooden stairs. she opened the door to her dusty room and grabbed her innoncence off her cracked wicker dresser, she thought to herself, 'i still need this.'

young love was worse than heroin.

the thought of you with her is like a gut wrenching twist that has stolen my stability. at that point in time, the one we both remember, then and there was when i felt whole with you. only for that brief frame did I ever think that it would last.
you were a constant battle in my fragile yet panic stricken heart. i knew i needed out but the doors seemed dull and boring with jageded door knobs and broken locks.
young love was worse than heroin for my fragile frame.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

she was tiny and frail but her bones held enough passion to break his soul.
he said, i can tell your trouble.
she rolled her eyes and thought to herself, you have no idea.
enough battle scars and broken windows for such a young heart.
he told her, i can feel your pain in your palpatations,
its a sweet sensation like a sickness the sickness that you love to breathe.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

if i breathe in real deep i can remember your dirty sheets and empty coffee cups.
i shouldve never dabbled with your conscience, i wish i wouldve taken note
of your damaged mind and ran home.

i still love you

i pulled my shirt up over my head today to show the world my heart.


darkness is a home
when you date the devil you ashes are heavy.