Wasteofpaint666 : Writing

When Rooms Are Made of Matchsticks

When Rooms Are Made of Matchsticks

A Poem by Wasteofpaint666


Alone in the bed of someone you love,You can hear their mother’s footsteps upstairs.Breakfast. Smells like burning. She’s singing.Light st..
A.M.

A.M.

A Poem by Wasteofpaint666


things I am still learning:if someone misses you, they’ll find excuses to call you; not excuses as to why they couldn’t.do not check up on..
Jacket Weather

Jacket Weather

A Poem by Wasteofpaint666


You bought a leather jacket yesterday.I cannot afford to imagine youpulling it over my shoulders,but I did, and it’s stupid becauseI cannot allo..
No Bitter Goodbyes

No Bitter Goodbyes

A Poem by Wasteofpaint666


1. i still keep your secrets with me.every single one.those that made your words lose its voice,those that left your hands shakingas you tried to catc..
Mornings

Mornings

A Poem by Wasteofpaint666


some mornings I wake upi can reach my arms out to the sunand the first thing I sigh is your namefold back the sheets, straighten the pillowstuck you a..
Hurricane

Hurricane

A Poem by Wasteofpaint666


How silly to compare herto hurricanesto thunderstormsto temporarycliche swirls of emotion.She is concrete. She is permanent.She is brave with her word..
I Want You

I Want You

A Poem by Wasteofpaint666


I want you because I’d break off pieces of sky for you,because I want to believe water can run thicker than blood,because your tongue burns the ..
Secondhand  Heart

Secondhand Heart

A Poem by Wasteofpaint666


To hold your body like a tickingclock. To break your handsapart every hourfor a lover who willonly hold you against theirwrists in shadows,stop giving..
Bad Grammar

Bad Grammar

A Poem by Wasteofpaint666


i am very physically sensitive toward people’s presences. there’s this beautiful quote by marya hornbacher “i did not like to be tou..
Ghosts

Ghosts

A Poem by Wasteofpaint666


It still fascinates me how people leave, how we expect it,how quickly we clean the houses empty and hide ghostsunder our fingernails. How names become..