SerenitySavage

The butterflies in my stomach Always make me vomit You crushed their wings After I spilled my guts If I give you a piece of my heart  And you are careless enough To drop it on the floor There are no replacements  It only creates a scar That makes it excessively harder For my heart to beat again For the next person My love always ends in wrath Writhing and convulsing  A worm on the summer pavement Desperate for a droplet of relief 

The day the dark came on I was wearing my sunglasses I tripped over your loaded gun And busted both our asses So black we could not see Hands, body, or face Each trying to break free  From our own dismal place The wicked gloom Took our breath away At least that's what I assume You haven't given any say We are in the twilight now Our paths going different roads The dawn will return somehow Our insignificance will erode I want someone to share with me Not much, just their every day But from what I see, I'll be sharing with me Seems I'm the only one to feel this way I want to be your Something to look forward to Your reason, hope, rhyme I can be your favorite season Your hat that fits just right Can I be your only reason That our twisted minds go blind Maybe I'll find a guy  With balls as big as mine

The last day of the year always feels reflective and poetic to me. I think of all of the mistakes I have seen, both my own and others. The things that no longer matter. I think of ways I can be better, for myself and for other people in my life. Moving into 2024, I will not drag anyone kicking and screaming into my new year that does not want to be there. I will not ask anyone to stay in my life. There must be genuine intention to get near me. I will try to stop making the same mistakes over and over again. How is it possible to meet the same man, over and over again? If anyone hears me speak about another Italian man, lock me the fuck up. I will stop trying to spray paint demons gold. On days that I wish I could kick the bitch off my shoulder, my permanently pissed attitude, I will show myself grace. That bitch has saved me more than once and I wouldn’t be this strong without her. I will not spend any more effort on people that don’t have the capacity to care the way that I do, but I ...

Men are good for one tbing To scratch that itch Women just want to show you  How to be a bitch

I have cared a lot  For a lot of people That have left me in their trash The act of me caring  Is such a burden That most people  Can’t shoulder it Not even myself I guess it’s safer for everybody If I just continue to dislike  Everyone

I have always chased the sky The rarest pinks of the morning To the whitest globe of the night  Reaching for the stars that I’ll never be close enough  To touch That I will never feel Intertwined with my fingers But still My arms stretch

Some days My head aches  From the past trauma  That will never go away Ever bouncing thoughts Hollow out The safest places of my mind  Creating caverns Of malaise Unrelenting darkness