Category: the Delightful Delusions of Epic Mush

She presents that I gift her poems to change her mind But I contest the poems are prizesFor refining myself

Maybe one day I can hold you in my arms while the thunder falls and the lightning strikes as i squeeze you gently with every boom, and the rhythm of the rain plays along with the beating of our hearts I’ll give you little kisses by candle light while the cold wet world falls on…

It seems super needy lonely mode has activated Everybody backstabbed and betrayed my kindness mode has an activated You’ve never been there for me so I’m leaving forever mode has activated I give you everything you give me nothing mode has activated Devotion turned to anger hypocrisy mode has activated Transactional affection supply and demand…

benjamin is on the bench againhe’s wondering whenshe’ll come back for him hes so good she keeps him aroundto pick her upwhen others put her down he calls her thingslike cutie pie, sexy but, pretty faceshe calls him things likehey buddy, thanks alot but i need my space he says hi and he sends a…

I love you very muchbut I love me even moreand I’ll tell you what else I lovethat big wide open door so you can go and walk through itI won’t call you a whoreBut when you come back to knock on it I won’t be here no more Gave you my heart andyou didn’t give…

lick your wounds alone my lovei dont want to taste your bloodlick your wounds alone my loveits not me who fucked up lick your wounds alone my loveits not that i dont carelick your wounds alone my lovebut i was not even there lick your wounds alone my loveyou will heal in timelick your wounds…

Hey if I contact youTo tell you not to come backWhen you asked for some space and then you’ll come backWould there be a better chance of you not coming back? Cuz I didn’t want you to goAnd now I don’t want you to come backBecause you left And just can’t can’t can’t waitTo tell…

Someone broke your heartAnd you’ve been salvaging your egoat my expense It hurtsBut it’s ok That’s what I meant whenI told you I love you And it’s possibleTo take very little personallyWhen you write poetryBut just rememberLittle by littleI won’t be real anymore The is no infinite accountAs you draw from the reservoirOf my heartand…

It took me two yearsto get close to herin my heart Two years to need herTwo years to let her in Two years to trust herTwo years to love her And two yearsfor herto getCompletelyOne hundred percentFullyInvested In leaving

I’m tearing off your tendrilsthese Slithering ropesof cold encroaching fleshcoiledsucking Around the bodyof who I am I tear at these tendrilswith the hooksof my own hands Piercing salty flesh that won’t give upI pull at them with all my strength To liberate my heartfrom the stone gripof their incidental intentBecause I never planned on this…