SalemTheSouless

You’ve left your charm with your lover I’ve left my naïveté at home Around us you pull up the covers With you in this bed I feel so alone With only your tattoo to guide me I feel everything I thought I missed Months ago I would’ve felt complete Months ago when I wished You were here

Your cologne is burning my nose You hold me down like rope I've been dreaming of this, So why am i scared? You left with no goodbye Never got to see me cry Time has passed and feelings changed, But have they really? I don't care if you're doing big things, You won't have to buy me rings I don't care if you're going big places, I still see you in all their faces You showed up with no warning Should've known, you're so forthcoming Let me pick you up and make you feel safe But will I really? You lead me to a dark room You show me your tattoos How can I find the words to say You've left your mark on me too? Like a ghost, like a demon How do

"Hey, are you up?" I bet you were I bet you heard the game The cheers I bet the hope in the air was tangible; palpable I wonder if you could feel the hope When I wandered by your house I wonder if you picked my voice out from the others From your room with the big bay window I bet your brother mentioned me And you ignored him Because I’m not allowed To fuck up your twisted fairytale Of a stoner with a girlfriend Who believed she could change him "Hey, are you up?" Honey, I know you were.

All you wanted was for me to be happy. You told me this when I confessed the past few months to you late at night. You showed me it when you kissed me like you meant it. I saw it in your eyes when you asked me what was wrong. How could I say that it was that I knew you would leave like the rest? You taught me to be fearless. You told me to let go of the past whenever I went back to the dark places. You showed it to me when you sang that song to your mom when she was in the room. I saw it in your eyes when I kissed you on the fair ride. How could I tell you I was only fearless when you were around? How could I tell you before you left tha

So what if I miss you So what if when I'm sad, I'll pull up a picture of your "baby-I'm-right-here" smile So what if this is wrong So what if I need to let go So what if it's better this way All I know is that I miss you like someone I love All I know is that you're all I think about All I know is that you have inspired me to pick up a pen once more All I know is that I can only see your face in my dreams All I know is that when I woke up, I cried because you weren't there anymore

You were looking at me again. "Which eye do you look into when you talk to me?" You ask nonchalantly. I frowned, and tested both eyes to feel which one was most normal. The right had a black eye, from where you got into a fight a couple of nights before. "Uh, I guess the left," I said with a little shrug. We were sitting in a japanese restaurant, at a table where your OCD showed. Glasses in the corner, chopsticks crossed across your bento box, soy sauce bowls neatly in the middle of the table. I frowned, and adjusted a soy sauce dish. "When people look into the left eye," You say, staring at me,"It means you feel love towards that person.

I come home every day So that you can fix me back up again Unstitch The threads gone awry Restitch Make them right again No matter how many times You prick your finger I'm still your Frankenstein doll you refuse to part ways with And you're still my evil genius

     He pulls me aside; it is dark, and you can't see anything except faces illuminated by Twitter and Instagram. The water is still, too. As soon as we are far enough out onto the platform over the water, you pause, and look around. "What did you do with him?" He asks solemnly. He looks straight into my eyes. His goofy face is still. I look behind me, at Trav and Joey and Bren and Derek and Zach. They didn't notice our absence. I was all of the sudden angered by this question. "Dude, why do you care?" I asked in a snappy voice. I was mad that Garrett would even dare ask something like that. "I'm just saying, he gets around a lot." His wor

The box under me starts to creak I am uncomfortable Because at one point, I trusted you I give you your phone back I get up I say I'm going I ignore their calls asking where I'm going My heart breaks a little again You are unfazed You know you can just text me later When I've calmed down Oh no Even my dreams were angry All I know is that I trusted you Last night