I love the truth, especially when it stings

no matter what shade of happy
robin egg-shells leave scratches

It's time for the future. It's time for him.

this is where I let it go.
painful because they were so happy,
tarnished because of what we lost,
the memories we shared have been polished
by tears wiped away by a caring callous.

and I keep catching whiffs that make me miss you

midnight breakdowns: why aren't I used to you yet?

just get out of my head
you pain
out with you
damn spot
spots everywhere
tear drops
blood drops
sweat drops
things drop
when you drop them
things break
when you drop them
you never dropped my heart
but god dammit
you fucking dropped the ball

Dreams can't compare

if staying up
means more time with you
diagnose me with insomnia and be done with it