ink spilled heart


I can put you on blast
Turn up the volume
This ain’t no podcast
This a mixtape
If you listenin I hope you can relate

No more time to contemplate

Fast forward, rewind, nahh flip the tape

Side A side B
What truth should I set free

Or should I just let it be?

Let me answer…
There’s always time to be petty

So let me

Cause that’s what I do
According to you

Volume up, my flow so loud
Busting windows and shaking crowds

It’s a mass affair
You feel it in the air

Spilling tea
Not like Kermit the froggy
You see, I keep sayin ain’t no one like me

We gather, we listen
Dish after, dish, we still sippin

On that tea but it ain’t green
Let me stop right here, I ain’t that mean

As I skip from story to story
In their eyes, sayin “poor me”

“Poor me?” Naahh poor you
Cause my tape is sellin out
It’s a seed and it’s about to sprout

The whole world bout to know what this tape about

Make a big tree
Makin me some big green

You a leaf on my branch
Now fall back as I make my Stance

You scared? you peed your pants
You don’t even deserve my glance

I take my chance
You hide
I dance

It’s a victory for me
My tape and all that I be

One day you’ll see
The true meaning of this Allegory

- @brandonevppoetry

sadness fills my every inch, like a shiver running up my spin.                                I wonder where this sadness comes from if my life couldn’t be any better.            I twirl my hair and wonder about my sadness and the choices I make in order to feel this way.                                                                                                   Maybe I had a bad day and I let my thoughts consume me like a drunk idiot.       possibly I drown in the idea of a perfect life like a sinking ship in the middle of the ocean screaming for help.                                                                          Most days happiness blooms in the darkest corners of my soul but my past lurks in the places happiness can’t flower.                                                 Sadness filled every inch of me until you came around and watered my daises and turned the into a garden.

It’s painful to say goodbye to someone you don’t want to let go, but more painful to ask someone to stay when you know they want to leave.
—  Wordsbymymind
I want to touch you. But not your skin. I want to see your eyes. I want you to look at me as if you’re trying hard to figure out something. I want to see you smile, the kind of smile that you never show to anyone. The kind of smile that reveals who you really are. I want you. The good and the bad. The confuse and sad. The jolly and silly. I want each and every single part of you —from your body to your soul— from your mind to your heart. I want to hold you and break everything that hurts you. Let me see you. Let me pass through that high wall of yours. Please let me, just let me see you. I just want to know that you’re truly happy.
—  ma.c.a // Let me feel you
Isn’t it weird how you can actually feel the pain in your chest and stomach when something really hurts your feelings.
—  wordsbymymind
After meeting you I just don’t think there will be any other. A part of me will never be whole again. I picked up your habits, good and bad. Phrases you said became a part of me and I find myself using them in sentences. I memorized the lyrics of all your favorite songs and I catch myself singing them randomly. I smell of your scent every once in a while and I cannot help but wonder where you are, and if you are thinking of me as well. I close my eyes and all I see is you. You are in every part of me, consuming me.
That night when my eyes first met yours, I knew you would either complete me or completely destroy me.
—  K.N.B.

Worst feelings: crying yourself to sleep, being ignored, discover the person you love loves someone else,someone falls out of love with you.


You’re good at being cold in the same way
love is good at being distant

And you don’t know my freckles or the skin
on the back of my fingers you don’t even know about the scar on my ankle but

you are something i think my heart
has always wanted to handle

your love is cold in the way it is always distant
but when I love it always has to be
down to the core
I am whole-hearted in the way
that I am always yours

but you wouldn’t know love if it hit you
you can’t taste it in the space between us when we’re laying in the same fucking sheets so I don’t know why I thought this would be different

maybe I just wanted to be whole-hearted
wanted to be yours for a while
wanted to love the skin by your fingers
wanted the warmth of your smile

wanted you to squeeze my heart into your fist
just to see how well it fits

wanted to dig all the bad times
out from under this arrow
and ask you if your love is something
I could maybe borrow

—  Temporary

I’m not going to write about all the times you screwed me over.
I’m not going to make you out to be this bad person.
Because at some point you were what was right for me.
You rescued me when I was lost.
You helped me win the battles with my demons.
You made me feel beautiful.
And when you looked at me, I knew I mattered.
Those are the memories I will remember you by
At some point in time, you did love me.

So no, I won’t hate you
For outgrowing me
For lying
For leaving
But I’m not going to pretend I’m ok with it either…