Once again, I find myself writing about you.

I knew a girl in college

With flowers on her skin

Now they all lay broken

Beaten, bruised, and thin.

There’s blood upon the tile,

And splatters in the sink.

But her heart it hurts the hardest,

Those broken edges sting.

~OutletInInk

-please check up on your friends, they may not be doing as well as you think, and that breaks my heart.

Yellow Paint

Might pull a Van Gogh,

Start eatin’ that yellow paint.

I don’t even know bro,

I can’t even think straight.

All I really know

is that

I want to be happy.

I want to be happy,

Despite this shit that’s coming at me.

I don’t want to imbibe

Want to remember my life

Want to pick up this knife

Carve out the anguish inside

But,

Maybe I should eat the yellow paint.

Maybe I should tell ‘em of my pain.

Maybe I should find another plane.

Existence where my life is not a stain.

So mix it up.

Eat it up.

Drink it up.

Sippy cup.

You can’t relate?

you’re in luck.

Watch me fuck my whole life up.

Imma paint you a picture.

Using colours and lies.

Yellow and blue,

I’m dreaming of skies.

Think I might want to fly.

Think I still want to die.

Guess I’ll give it a try,

Pour more paint up inside.

And I’ll,

Mix it up.

Eat it up.

Drink it up.

Sippy cup.

You can’t relate?

you’re in luck.

Watch me fuck my whole life up.

Mix it up.

Eat it up.

Drink it up.

Sippy cup.

You can’t relate?

you’re in luck.

Watch me fuck my whole life up.

Whole life up.

Whole life up.

Whole life up.

Whole life up.

Might pull a Van Gogh.

Start eatin’ that yellow paint.

I don’t really know.

I can’t fuckin’ think straight.

~OutletInInk

~Days Like Currency~

I spend these days..

Shouting at the four walls in my head.

Chasing my thoughts.

Catatonic in bed.

I spend these days…

Like cold, quick, currency.

Like there’s gotta be a hole in my pocket.

Days drop like dollars.

And I can’t seem to stop.

Giving them away.

Every now and then, there’s a piece of change that I wish would stay.

But, I guess it fell out that hole in my pocket.

Cause somehow i’ve lost it.

poked out and dropped it.

They say the nail that sticks out is the one that gets hammered down.

I can’t tell if that’s better than being lost and not found.

@OutletInInk

Loving You Like An Hourglass.

Loving you is like loving the sand in an hourglass

Silky smooth yet coarse as you pass through my fingers.

It’s like catching raindrops in your hands

for every bit you catch, so much more is slipping past.

We had a past.

A pretty good one too,

Yet I must be an hourglass

As I can feel you slipping through,

Your body running over mine

I guess we used up all our time..

I wonder if I’m still on your mind?

You’re on mine..

Every time I close my eyes I feel the touch of your lips, your mouth on my neck, your hips on my hips.

But then they open and I’m alone again, on my own again.

Looking at you through a pane of glass I can see that you’re happy.

Or you seem happy.

Either way I’m happy you’re happy or seem happy cause honestly as long as you’re happy it’s fine that I’m not.

You found friends and a direction

While I payed to get lost.

I disappeared into a sea of bodies and alcohol and way too hyped DJs

I did this on replay

Over

And over

And over again.

And while I’m getting better at hiding the pain

I can’t seem to stop meeting new people with your name.

I’m not sure if this is a sign that I’m supposed to forget you

I mean I’m certainly glad I met you

But now I need you to let me go,

For the final time

I loved you

Now it’s time for me to go.

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C.C.

A Love Like Falling

Loving her, is like falling.

That weak limbed, newborn creature

Who’s barely graduated from crawling.

New pudgy limbs, weak and bruised from trying to walk.

Tear stained cheeks left over from the overflowing stormy rivers that is bawling.

Loving her, is like arguing with a toddler.

Get her food, wake her from naps, and coax her out when she’s stonewalling.

Every single fight, reverts to name calling.

She’s, she’s worth it.

See, loving her is like, it’s like falling.

It’s so absolutely effortless, right up until the ground hits.

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As always people, keep spreading all the peace, love, and tranquil vibes you can!

C.C.

Rental Poison

I said we were a story for ever after

she said we were words in the wind

i had wrote her a song and now my heart I can’t rescind,

Those words, oh so gentle

Oh her faces when we sinned.

and it seems our love was rental,

wish I never touched your poison skin.

Your poison skin which burned my lips

with every word spoken,

as we connected at the hip

and now my heart is broken.

My golden gifts you parade like a token

from an emotionless conquest

with three words left unspoken.

I love you.

I don’t mean those words anymore

but they used to be true.

They used to be true before you emptied your drawer,

Don’t come here again

Your lies darken my door.

And don’t take that tone, don’t you fucking complain,

You knew what you were doing

Poison runs in your veins.

And experience has spoken, you can only cause pain.

Spreading your lies and your hate shall be your undoing,

that damn toxic lifestyle

you keep on pursuing.

And in the end, I hope it’s worthwhile

when your beauty has faded

and so has your smile.

Hey! So people seemed to appreciate the poetry back when I was posting it so I figured I’d upload some more ^-^ some will be happy and some shall be sad depending on what point in my life they were written, please treat my work kindly! ✨✌🏼

Peace, love, and tranquil vibes!

C.C.