Six Feet
18 Wednesday Nov 2015
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in18 Wednesday Nov 2015
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in24 Saturday Oct 2015
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inThey call it sleep paralysis
I call it my life
I lie there motionless
I feel You moving on top of me
I’m scared, but the adrenalin-
I wouldn’t trade it for anything
It keeps me alive
It happens so often that
When it doesn’t, I feel lonely
I feel like I lost my best friend
I start blaming myself
I must’ve done something wrong
My body must’ve woken up too quickly
I’m sorry, please come back
I love how You’re so dominant
I like how You pin me down
I like the way You move
If only I could move with You
If only I could speak to You
This is crazy
I cannot wait to fall asleep again
08 Thursday Oct 2015
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inAlways misunderstood, so I say nothing back
They don’t know my story
I won’t tell it, I don’t need to
They don’t know me, they don’t need to
I’m happy without their fake smiles
Always misunderstood, so i say nothing back
They say my life is meaningless
I have no friends, religion nor love
They’ve called me Satan
They’ve said the devil lives in me
Some say I’m cold hearted
Some say I don’t have a heart at all
I hear it so much I’m starting to believe it
I’m starting to become the person they think I am
I’m going to destroy anything they ever loved
I’m going to torture them at night
I’m going to feed on their little souls
I’ll show them what evil is
You made me this way
Now it’s your turn
A life for a life
I’ll make sure it’s slow and painful
I’ll make you beg for your last breath
They don’t call me Karma for nothing
07 Wednesday Oct 2015
Posted My poems
inSometimes I write you letters, like I use to.
I find myself lost in our memories
And when I’m done the tears just start pouring out
Then I tear it all.
Sometimes I write texts to you about my day,
I find myself laughing at our inside jokes
And when I’m done the tears just start pouring out
Then I delete it all.
Sometimes I pick up the phone and dial your number
Just to hear your voice mail
I find myself pressing redial over and over.
The more I redial, the harder I cry.
My throat will close up
My eyes will swell up
The headache, oh God the headache.
It’s all the little things that your death took
The little things that mattered the most.
All I wanted was more time with you
I’m so lost without you.
We were like a pair of socks you and I
Fork and knife, salt and pepper
Key and lock, soap and water
You were the pen and I was the paper
You wrote the meaning of love all over my heart
You were my husband and I was your wife
Now you’re in heaven and I’m still on earth
I wish heaven had a telephone
I’d talk to you every minute of every day
I’d do anything
I’d give anything to be with you again