Miranda
Miranda
2 days ago

I want to learn your secrets;
hear the things you've never told;
reach inside and prod your mind,
burn the things that make you cold.

I wish to know your dreams,
those that keep you awake;
peak inside and try to find
a way to give your worrisome mind a break.

I need to know your sins,
the ones you're ashamed to speak;
hold your hand, comfort them away,
reassure you that they don't make you weak.

I hope to know what haunts you
in the silence of your days,
do you think of me, do you think of her?
What words do you wish you could unsay?

I yearn to know your desires,
fetishes that make you tick;
grasp your heart, feel your skin,
discover the way our bodies click.

I crave to love your soul
in all the ways a person could;
hold your fears, kiss your tears,
adore you the way a lover should.

#love   #desire   #tears   #hope   #thoughts   #hold   #spilled   #hearts   #fears   #yearn  
Miranda
Miranda
Mar 20

I've learned that Time is only the indication of one thing: Time.
It determines the seconds, minutes, hours as they pass
But it can't determine the rate at which a person falls.

First sight;

first smell;

first touch
,
Important factors in the drop.

First laugh;

first kiss;

first hug,

Time doesn't get to determine how quickly he learns to make your heart stop.

I've always had these rules because Time told me they were right.

"Can't eat until that time."

"Can't shower until this time."

Can't give my heart away to a man after 28 days
Because Time claims, 'Too soon.'

But Time doesn't see the details.
It can't stop it's ticker, pause,
and see the way his hands make your body quiver.
No,
time doesn't get to take a break
to feel the way his eyes gaze at you
as if he has never seen anything more beautiful.
And time can't feel the breath your lungs take
at the simple sight of him.

I've always had these rules because Time told me they were necessary.
And when he told me of the love he felt after 21 days,
I looked to time who yelled,
"Too soon, too soon, too soon, he can't possibly feel that now."
But then I look at him
and I can see the way he looks at me.
I get to feel the gentleness of his touch
and the intensity of his kiss.
Time can only pass.
And I've realized that time will pass,
whether you let yourself fall too soon
or if you allow the passing minutes
to inform you of when it's okay to start loving someone.
Time can only indicate the time.
Time counts the seconds.
But time does not get to tell me when it's okay to feel anymore.

#love   #poetry   #time   #thoughts   #ink   #spilled   #timeless  

settle down with me

in this quiet night
let's make-believe
this space is ours
cuddle me in--
under the blanket of stars
place your hand on my thighs
melt all of me with your eyes
hold me in your arms
i want to get lost in your horizon
and trace constellations
on your precious skin
with my trembling fingertips

settle down with me

in this cozy backseat
let's explore the vastness
of the galaxies within us
while our heartbeats
dance around each other's orbits
want me like the sun longs for the moon
search for my newest secrets
like the lonely planets
waiting to be discovered--
press your lips to my neck
collide your mouth against mine
come, love, leave me breathless

settle down with me

in all the universe
we made our own
with every touch and every kiss
we find peace, we built home
let our souls fall
in love again--
fast and hard
like the stars
crashing down,
like an explosion of light,
making this moment
an infinite night.

this is inspired by one of the poems of Christian Poindexter, a song of Ed Sheeran, and my overwhelming love for that special someone

i didn't know
who I was
and who
i wanted
to be

until you
came—

now all i
wanted
is to be
somebody
to you.

#thoughts   #i   #ink   #poems   #am   #spilled   #who   #verse   #identity   #somebody  

No, I am not perfect.
I am far from being flawless.
I have a lot of insecurities.
I'm a walking mess.

Don't get fooled with my fake confidence.
Deep inside me is full consciousness.

The bags under my eyes, my uneven skintone.
I am afraid to show it all.

People will talk behind me,
everyone hates ugly.

Don't get fooled with what you see outside,
I am not perfect, i hope you understand.

#love   #poetry   #depression   #life   #hate   #anxiety   #writing   #spilled   #lit   #insecurity  

Can you fill the position as my outlet
as my spout
my bucket is filling up,
I am spilling over
can you wade through the knee deep water
is it my anger?
can you put up through the stupid
“how are you”'s
Sure,
you can stay
if you can be a pathway out of the dead end street
that leads me to your creek
if you can be the sun ray that blinds me,
so I’ll put the visor down
the first spark that starts the fire
the first poem out of too many
you’re the hole in the wall that’s inside my chest;
let me out

#love   #poem   #short   #ink   #water   #writing   #spilled   #creative  

and now i realize,
i don’t want happiness 

anymore

i just want less loneliness

nothing more.

#love   #poetry   #depression   #life   #hate   #anxiety   #thoughts   #writing   #spilled   #lit  

I didn't want to be your second option.
I didn't want to be someone you never noticed.
I never wanted to be left behind.

But i can still see myself
coming to you
even if i'm aware
you will not choose me
over her.

an excerpt from a book i will never write.
#love   #poetry   #depression   #life   #hate   #anxiety   #writing   #spilled   #lit  

You come to me,
you only see
my existence
when you need
something.

And I hate myself
for hoping that,
you will need
something
from me.

#love   #friends   #poetry   #depression   #life   #death   #writing   #spilled   #lit   #quotes  

Somethimes, I am afraid
that these voices
inside my head
will leave me in the end.

Because I am more afraid that
in that moment,
Loneliness will haunt me
all over again.

#love   #friends   #poetry   #depression   #life   #death   #writing   #spilled   #lit   #quotes  
 
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