DragonTamerDave

in poetry you are always sure to find girls with their sad eyes and the boys grinning, wolf teeth shining ivory; but what about the stony-eyed ladies with knives up their sleeves, and the tremor of a man's bottom lip? what about the boys who cry wolf and the women who cry war? what about them?

you have to live it’s like a good late night where i imagine i love something alive i’ll be useless-- you changed me and she doesn’t deserve the crap that she gets and to not be content with rose petals and your favorite candles and i will hold you close. you are like an addiction. i could write a book on your troubled thoughts that you’ve tried to throw into a locked cupboard i don’t need to live for meeting once in a poem with the one i love, just please: keep breathing

i build walls and barricades around me, tell myself i'm strong. i don't have an explanation for how then all these people keep slipping in and right back out, leaving me crying on my bedroom floor "it isn't my fault, that one wasn't supposed to become more than a skipped heartbeat, i swear. not this time."

When I die tonight Kiss me goodbye Or wait don't kiss me Your so upset with my flaws And the mistakes I make You wouldn't want to anyway I'm a monster I deserve this Death My ugly flaws couldn't bother anyone Not a soul If I was in hell Where I would take all of your pain and carry it with me Where it could rot With me For I would willingly die If and only if Your happiness and safety Were to be the result Kiss me or kiss me not. I will always protect you wolf

Stop telling me what you think is right Stop telling me that I should do whatever you want me to Stop pushing me to do things I don't want to do I'm gonna snap and your gonna hate it Stop forcing me into doing these things I'm not not your puppet, you can't tie strings to me Not my arms or my feet I will snap them Stop telling me I'm nothing if I don't do what you want Stop telling me that I have a bad attitude when I'm mad that your making me do something Stop telling me I'm my own person when you think you control me Stop trying to guide me Your just pushing me the opposite way Stop thinking I'm the perfect little girl you thought you

My birth name didn't quite seem to fit me the way it should, so I renamed myself into something that fits like a favorite sweater. It feels warm and forgiving and safe on my tongue and rolling off the tongues of my best friend, my gay-club crush, and my poet. When it drops from your lips it feels like an insult to me, to everything I am and stand for, like it's a chore for you to call me by the name that doesn't make me want to hide deep inside myself like I've already done for the past seven years of my life. I am so fucking over that habit. Is it really so hard for you to write my name on my papers for school when you sign them? (My t

Don't get lost in the dark A creature is lurking around Running after you Killing is the only thing on its mind

Today he saw my scars, immediately tucked my face into the hollow between his neck and shoulder, and begged me to stop. I said I would try, between the thoughts of "Oh man, oh man, someone cares!", how clean he smelled, and the marvel of how nicely I fit into his side. He begged me to promise, but I couldn't choke out those words while looking into his eyes [not flying high, like he sometimes is]. He had to make due with rubbing his fingers over them once, too quick for me to flinch, and telling me how he would have to see my sweet cheeks over the weekend to make sure my freckles stayed cute. I promised him that I would get my beauty

How can I breathe life When I have no life in me? I'm starring in your eyes, But I don't know what you see. I'm broken and worn. I'm unbalanced and used. I've been on the ledge, Holding my heart abused. You say you've been there And that I saved you. That doesn't sound right, Because you saved me too. I wish that I could hold you Tight in my arms. I hear the pain you're in; Caught in your past's harm. Alone I hurt too. Depression's taking it's toll. I know you feel it too; That aching in your soul. Soon you'll return, And though I don't understand, You'll only think of me, Doing whatever you can.