Submissions by bromosapien

You would need to split hairs
To know by how much I'm hanging on
Yet without the slightest of cares
Wishing one more thing would go wrong

When you fall from so high
The fall goes so slow
I promise I'd never let you go

With a smackl and an impact
I evaporate into the air
And only dreams of still being intact
Followed by swears

Interlaced with mine
'Our' souls, that joke's getting old
But really wouldn't mind
If you were here for me to hold

When you fall from so high
The fall goes so slow ...

I want to peel away
the layers of fabric, skin, tissue
so I can see you
raw, vulnerable and tender
I dream, to me, you would do the same
gently I would hold you close
so when we grew those layers back
we would become one
Stranger of the poetess kind,
Is it strange through your pain, you have spoken to me?
Your words echo through the chambers of my mind. Fantasies, it seems, is all they will ever be.

Sometimes I'd prefer if my mind wasn't like tempered glass. I could shatter into pieces, pick myself up, melt them, and reshape myself. But now I crack into a spiderweb made up of a million pieces. So to start the renewal process, I have to knock out each individual piece. And fuck, that's more painful.

I ripped my pants while proposing to my ex fiancee (well gf); she said no. She said it was 95% because of the pants.

 -Nicolaus Copernicus