Submissions by Anime_Is_My_Life

Whenever I feel alone
and I don't want to be bothered,
I think of you.
I think of everything we shared.
Obviously, I miss it.
In the theoretical sense.
Naturally, it was a toxic relationship,
but I enjoyed it.
Almost like it was a drug.
I suppose our friendship was a drug.
What did you consider it?
Better yet, Did you even value it?

The powder lies on the table in rows
while he takes his hits, I sit and watch.
Is this his newest hobby?
Getting fucked up and acting like a psychopath?
He feels like this is his escape.
From love,
from life,
from work,
from the world's anxiety.
It makes him calm, in a theoretical sense.
Whatever happened to good fun?
That was thrown down the garbage disposal years ago.
He no longer values himself.
He thinks of himself as worthless,
as white trailer trash.
He lost his identity years ago,
when he decided that caring wasn't good...

The air is so light on my ears
caressing my love for my fears
the salt burns as it makes up my tears
as I yearn for contemplation for years.

The words you speak are vile
as I sit on the stairs all the while
you talk and you fuss
fight and cuss

the heat from my anger is apparent
you are certainly transparent
I don't need you any more
so please walk out the door

I can't say why
but I can't say this,
I'll say it in spanish
¿Cuándo me sobra el dolor de corazón?