Wasteofpaint666 : Writing

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday

A Poem by Wasteofpaint666


Our skin is born anew every week. Seven days. We think nothing of the healing cuts fresh against our pale skin; you think nothing of the faint bruise ..
I'ts Still About You. THANKS.

I'ts Still About You. THANKS.

A Poem by Wasteofpaint666


This is how it feels to be immortalized beneath someone else’s fingertips. We are setting fire to each other, and we will burn. I will sweat you..
I'm Sorry I Called It Love

I'm Sorry I Called It Love

A Poem by Wasteofpaint666


When you’re in love all you can think is“I’m in love and it’s madness it’s madness.”When the thrill is over and yo..
Have F*****g Fun Finding Someone New To Play With Your Obvious Problems

Have F*****g Fun Finding Someone New To Play With ..

A Poem by Wasteofpaint666


Crazy. Say that word. Hold it like you hold your breath before I tilt my face away from yours and push my way out of your dented, rumbling truck. Craz..
Seven Steps To Still Loving An Ex

Seven Steps To Still Loving An Ex

A Poem by Wasteofpaint666


The cycle of everything is linear, like the universe spinning in a rhythmic pattern; it’s terrible and still all I know.One day, dust shivers of..
Grovel In Your Mouth

Grovel In Your Mouth

A Poem by Wasteofpaint666


How someone comes into your lifeand you have to brace for their impact.They push down hard, harder onthe accelerator and you’re speedingdownhill..
Today

Today

A Poem by Wasteofpaint666


I am too afraid to tell my motherthings are getting bad again. Thereis sadness and it grabs me by the shouldersand shakes me to the core like amagic e..
I'm Trying My Best To Forget This S**t

I'm Trying My Best To Forget This S**t

A Poem by Wasteofpaint666


This is where it ends and begins: I remember constellations of ink pressed into your shoulderblade, and I trace the shadows and colors with the tips o..
Addressed To Someone

Addressed To Someone

A Poem by Wasteofpaint666


To whoever loves me next,I’m sorry if I’m afraid of youor if days of flirting turn toradio silence, without warning.I’m sorry if I m..
You Said Infatuated

You Said Infatuated

A Poem by Wasteofpaint666


The truth hurts.Not like a bullet,But like a thousand razor bladesTracing the veins on my eyelids.Like tiny blue eyes that should be ours.Like firewor..