Beating Hearts

Calm yourself sweetheart. Your beating heart has nowhere else to go.
His wicked desires can harm you no more. His vicious smile is but a memory.
Pick up the pen. Write down your dreams. Live them. Breath them. Feel them.
He cant ever touch you again. Your eyes will no longer contain the terror that once was.
Breath in. Breath out.
Dawn is nigh. Watch your step. 

LISTEN..

i don’t want to be bought things

i don’t want to be taken to romantic places

i don’t want to be treated with money or materialistic things..

All i want is to sit at home with you, cuddle, and play some Black Ops.

I Write For ME, Not For You

Please don’t tell me how to write poetry.

Since when does it have a “standard length”?

What is “standard” anyway?

Maybe it should roll off the tongue

Streaming light words with heavy meanings

Because “every word holds weight”

And the spaces in between are more than just spaces

But pictures drawn to draw you in

But I tell you;

I like to keep it short.

No

 direction.

Placing

words

face down.

bare and simple

keeping-pointless-jargon-to-a-mi(a)nimal

because I write for me

not for you

to patch with written words

the 

h        ole      s

that spoken words leave behind.