Poetry Under the Influence

this is where i put my wierd bad poetry when i smoke //sometimes it's good sometimes it's silly

[wordsintheexhale]

a lot of things

feel empty.

me and this home // s.w. (11:46pm)

[wordsintheexhale]

oh,

she's got

h o t p o c k e t s.

[wordsintheexhale]

cold hands on her back

brushing her spine

tickling her ribs.

soft fingers pressed to the skin

but cold.

dead to the touch. // s.w. (11:54pm)

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she takes him in her hands 

and maybe he doesn’t feel so worthless.

maybe he could do this for her,

anything for her.

and he’s never felt more important

than he does when her fingers trace his face.

or more loved 

than when her lips meet his skin.

she makes him believe 

in the good inside him.

she doesn’t know that it’s her.

she’s all the good there is.

he knows he’ll never deserve this

no matter how many times she assures him he does.

he could never deserve this woman,

this happiness.

but when she holds him and smiles

and it doesn’t seem real

he wishes he did.

for her // s.w. (11:20pm)

[wordsintheexhale]

i love you.

i haven't said it out loud yet,

not even to myself.

i think the first time i do

you should be around to hear it.

maybe if when you get back // s.w. (12:15am)

[wordsintheexhale]

we've both got blood on our hands

our stories are stained in wars

but you bring a softness to my past

and i'll whisper your demons away

and maybe, in the end, well survive this

together // s.w. (10:01pm)

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there's more to you

than the destruction you've caused

than the gun at your side

than the blood on your hands.

there's more to you

than the battles you've won

than the people you've lost

than the nightmares you face.

darling, there's so much more to you.

why won't you show me?

he's more than guns and violence // s.w. (10:22pm)

[wordsintheexhale]

he came home but he never came back // s.w. (1:25am)

[wordsintheexhale]

if you knew i was waiting would you have tried harder?

you’re still gone // s.w. (12:29am)

[wordsintheexhale]

my voice was lost to the stars and yours was lost to time i wish we could only hear them then maybe we would know maybe we would finally know

radiowaves to a grave yard  // -s.w. (11:27pm)