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555 · Jan 2014
Being in Love
A little girl looked at me today and said
"Being in love is magical."

How can I tell her the two sides of love?
How there's a high and a low,
an up and a down?

One day you feel happy
and want to rejoice
and smile and sing
to the sky and dance in the rain and
jump in the puddles and make
snow angels in your jeans and thin
coat because you know you won't
care how cold you get!

But another day you'll want to
stay in bed all day and eat that box
of chocolates you know isn't good for you
because it all doesn't matter. You'll want
to sleep and cry, sleep and cry, not smile at
the terrible jokes your friends make and not be
comforted by the gestures people give to you.

You'll feel your heart elevated, your pulse soar
higher than an eagle, your face turn crimson and your
palms get saturated with every bit of nervousness in you
when you see the person you like and you'll stare and
smile and chuckle nervously...

But you'll also feel your heart break in your chest, your
lungs fall somehow to the pit of your throat as it clogs
up and you don't know how to talk but just that you feel
your eyes sting from the strain you're putting on them not to
tear up and you have to say a long line of "I'm fine" ' s over and
over to them to let them know that you need them to get away
and you need to go away yourself, in a state of decay in your
bedroom where no one can see you for a while, stone-faced
and no longer in love, but in pain.

So how can I tell her all of this truth?
A universal truth felt by all?
I can't break her heart,
for all is felt by experience.

I just look at her and say,
"Yes. Yes it is."
I don't fall in love fast and whole, I fall in love with details - I fall in love with the way he runs his hands through my hair because I can feel each of the nerves hitting the parts of me that fall off the quickest and I can't help but see the irony in him leaving temporary bits of himself everywhere

I fall in love with the way he laughs so loud his whole body shakes and I see the hollow chest stick out yelling for release and swaying in a body too muscular to let it weaken

I fall in love with the way we're together, the way he becomes gentler as time passes and more passionate as the imminent idea of distance comes onward like a train on a track you can't, no matter how hard you try, stop, because this is ******* life and breaks don't exist even when you need them to

Maybe it's because deep down we both know this might not ever work, we both know each kiss goodbye could well be our last because I've tasted acidic empty responses and I've been burned so often by them my heart has been trained to expect another dosage every second guy, and I know that kisses are temporary replacements for things left unsaid

You can't simplify something complicated - you can't undo the way you love their innate refusal to tie their shoes by custom, their silhouette in the early morning when you notice those two scars on the side of their right cheek, their constant attempt to make you smile and feel like a kid again; you can only ******* hope that that train won't come for a long, long time

God just know, no matter how distant the whistle sounds, it's just a mirage
540 · Feb 2018
metallurgy
if you think you're made of steel just remember:
the fire love brings is hot enough to melt even the strongest metal
crawling back to you
540 · Aug 2014
Note to Self
Don't hold onto texts like that lost hope you once had and expect that time will defy all of it's laws just to go back for you and let you rethink all of your decisions, because it simply won't

Don't try cramming all your emotions in the three minutes before your eyes seem to stop seeing the world because you'll end up feeling disappointed and crying instead of dozing off, and you'll be left to hear the cars in the streets and the snores from the balconies and wonder why you're the one with a problem

Don't tell yourself anyone is worth any of you because you're a tarnished diamond and they aren't easily found. Let someone take their time to polish you back up, to give you another reason to shine

Enjoy the moments that happen around you when you're in the car with your parents who have grown old right before your eyes and feel like a kid again, shouting lyrics to the old classic rock songs you knew by heart as a child

Stop worrying about an end. Know that endings happen and that's just a life cycle, and there is nothing you can do to stop time

Don't regret every action you make because not everything was a mistake when you first did it so what makes it a mistake now?
540 · Oct 2017
patience
and darling i will wait for you forever because my brain is too loud and my mouth is too quiet and somehow you make my mouth speak melodies a poet's never dreamt of and my brain hum the tune of silence it only hears in the heartbeat of the dark
'and i'll wait for you, only forever'
I haven't been able to eat today when I think about the situation I'm in and how everything is playing out.

Life is just a stack of cards now; people play it off while I get turned and flipped over. It's like go fish with my similar experiences occurring differently yet eerily the same every time.

I feel like I'm clawing myself from the inside out, starting from the lining of my stomach and slowly ripping apart through the cells that line the tissue; and maybe I want to claw myself until I can no longer feel anything, if feeling anything is this dangerous.

I'm not mad and I'm not sad; I've ripped though every emotion I could face. I'm not weak and I'm not strong; I'm just here, body and flesh but no soul. I empathise but rarely take sympathy in return. I don't need people's pity remarks; they can't change it.

I guess I just have to keep on clawing until I become so weak I can't even do that. Maybe then I will be at peace.
I miss it
i want you to pick my body up and hold it together with every ounce of sadness you have left in you so we can crucify ourselves at the cross of depression with hearts open to loving like never before

twisted thoughts form around how much you realise you care about someone during evenings that buzz louder and louder with each pressing word that passes your brain and i wonder how long it'll take until i scream in my sleep trying to call a name long forgotten by the walls of my room

and i'm running and running and running in circles to try to catch up with my own afflictions but they keep beating me to the finish line until i'm left so weak i collapse under the weight of every criticism i string out to define my cells to shoot my thoughts to shake my confidence and break my passion

you were a golden girl until you let yourself dull down; nobody likes gold if it can't sparkle.
524 · Jun 2014
Comfort
It's comforting staying awake in the dead silence of your house at midnight and it's comforting to look at the moon and realize you are not alone but are made of the galaxy and each of the stars above and the great big world of outer space makes up who you are in a romanticised eye

I like knowing that I may be the only one awake in the neighbourhood sometimes and I like daydreaming in complete darkness sometimes and thinking about my future and how life will spill out of the bag whilst all the marbles of possibilities roll everywhere on the tilting table

I like pretending sometimes when the early hours of the day begin that things are different and so are circumstances and the past never happened and it's only the present because it's comforting

Sometimes all we need is comfort.
midnight, one, two, three am things always turn downhill and you don't know what to listen to anymore because your brain says move on but your heart says she's in there somewhere waiting to take me back to old memories and broken dreams. you take a sip of your wine thinking about the intricate details of the universe and how every single constellation in the sky cannot begin to describe all of the beauties of the mysteries outside of your town, and meanwhile you talk to her hoping that maybe you'll see that light shine as bright as it once did for you. you told her once that no one is okay and everyone has their own problems, but you try to hide yours in times when you cannot afford to, and you don't know she's behind the screen crying because she knows when you talk to her it isn't you speaking to her, it's hormones speaking to her, it's you speaking to a body, it's you speaking to a mind that is not the same as the one before her. when you tell her your problems you rarely mention more than a sentence because distancing yourself is something you've learned how to do through repeated mistakes but what you think you know is that she's being honest when really there are walls and pain behind her heart. oh she can tell you lullabies and make it seem like she's another snow white fresh out of the woods, but life has taught her that there will be no prince in the end, and with every other time you reaffirm that statement her mask breaks once more - she's one step closer to cracking.

she walks out to her normal spot every morning waiting for the four wheeled vehicle that is supposed to take her to seven hours of hell and she looks at the stars and thinks how beautiful it is that humans are nothing. she does not think about the mysteries like you do, she thinks about how everyone is insignificant, how her life actions will not be remembered, how she as a human being will leave the world virtually un-impacted. to her, that is beauty. but to you, that is terrible. that is why you two will never truly work out.
523 · May 2016
unspoken memoir
i don't remember the first time i kissed you but i know for certain it was between when i last called him on the phone and when you took the bobby pins out of my hair and somehow in between that time frame i went from feeling my physical body shrink under the crushing weight of reality to feeling my heart start to rediscover its heartbeat before it completely stopped beating

i don't know when you first started to fall in love with her or when you last looked her in the eyes and decided that leaving would be near impossible to do but all i can say is that if you look at her the way i look at you then maybe i can understand you wanting to go back and i can understand that losing a friend might be worse than losing a lover, but just know that the sunrises we've greeted together will forever be etched in my mind
amidst telling me to be careful there are echoes of you're beautiful's and rooms full of laughter filled from tickles and silly eskimo kisses and even if we were doomed from the beginning and she has your heart entangled in a web strong enough to convince you to leave me know that the soundtrack of all those pink floyd albums we listened to together are always going to remind me of the endless nights we spent together when i was convinced no matter if everything around us burned down we would stay more alive than ever in the fire
i need to be honest with you - i've whispered to countless broken hearts that my eyes cannot reiterate anything others did and no matter how hard my body is squeezed i'll never be able to transform into her when they wake up in the morning, and sometimes i wish i could just because i know you would be happier than ever; maybe happier than i could ever make you; but that doesn't mean that i'll stop trying to make memories of the ashes from something long forgotten
i'll try to build a shelter in your heart to protect it from the storms, i'll try to make you strong enough to face the hail, i'll try to engrave my smile in your clothes so that you can remember we're all imperfect but sometimes even pros aren't faking it, i'll try to show you that hips were made for dancing together in the least likely places, and i'll try to get over my fear of being picked up, i'll try to learn to trust, i'll try to remember that not everyone lies and that maybe, maybe it'll be okay

maybe it wasn't a mistake when our lips clashed together like the way the tide crashes into the sand 46 days ago, maybe it wasn't a coincidence that your couch felt more like my home than my bedroom did, maybe it's not a mistake to give this a try

but, maybe

maybe it is
i'm so torn and confused and not even writing is helping solve this
521 · Aug 2014
Untitled
You told me once that you're on this website but that you remain hidden underneath a username so mysterious even I wouldn't be able to figure it out and it's nights like these I wish I could because it's easier to talk trough a computer, through poetry, than it is to tell you it

Have you ever felt you've made a mistake long ago and has your throat ever clogged up at the thought of it? I miss sitting in your car listening to frank ocean and I miss missing you and sitting on you and knowing you inside and out, upside down and right side up

I miss seeing the sympathy in your eyes when I would talk to you and the way you would wear your hat just because I liked it and I miss winter hiking and photoing and I miss telling myself that you would never change and I miss that missed opportunity when I was in your sweatshirt and you weren't with her yet

As much as I hate the past sometimes, I ******* miss it, too.
520 · Jan 2014
Finals
Cram, cram, cram, cram
That's starting to become all I am...

Study, cry, sleep, eat
It's a helpless cycle stuck on repeat

Type, write, focus, focus
But I can't look anymore at this bogus

I'll get what I get
because I'll probably forget,
and that's just the reality
of this detrimental lethality.
513 · Mar 2014
Night me
Why is it that at night the girl I turn into is a warrior, someone who will take nothing from anyone, who is full of confidence and sure of what she wants, who is the opposite of me, but during the daytime she decided to leave me? Where does she go?
513 · Oct 2018
tipping point
i am the *** waiting for the last turn of the hob until it boils over

i am the glass waiting for the last drop of wine until it spills

i am the frightened child sitting in the dark waiting for someone to turn on the light

i am the frightened child sitting in the dark hoping nobody will turn on the light
511 · Mar 2014
Flying with broken wings
What makes a bird a bird is it's wings. Like a soul it's wings transport it to places it may have never dreamed of before, soaring through the clouds in sync with the dipping sunset. But not all birds can fly efficiently; some are fast and others are slow.

I like to consider myself a fast bird for most of my life, always determined with what I want and when I want it, whilst each flap of my wings accelerates me even more into the ever progressing pendulum of sky.

But lately things have changed and everyday the sunset gets longer and longer, the clouds thicker and thicker. It's as if I've flown towards a goal at full acceleration, pressured by the constant bickering of time, only to hit the wing of a man made airplane and fall.

But the fall didn't break me. I'm still alive. Standing up with my wings torn and mangled down, all the beauty seemingly gone from them, the feathers burnt and buried under dirt, feels terrible. It feels like everyday is a funeral for the mourning of a past life; one better and happier. It feels as though you look up in the sky and see the flocks of birds flying everywhere with their wings, laughing at you because you have broken them, while you have to force yourself to laugh with them. But although it feels like hell, I did it.

I got myself up again and I climbed back up to the tallest tree I could find, and I jumped. Again. But I did not fall; I kept levelled with the ground, slower than most (perhaps the slowest) but still in the air. And I can't tell you how that feels, to go through life while something is broken; something is not working. I can't tell you how it feels to laugh so hard you cry, when you use your laughter to hide your watery eyes from reality. I can't tell you how it feels to realize all the other birds keep on going, further and further, towards their food or eternal sky, while I'm stuck slowly making my way to the next tree where I can stop.

I have learned to fly with broken wings.
500 · May 2022
musings 3.0
I keep special memories of you
Hidden deep inside of my chest
So far into my heart
That when I let them out
In the darkness of the night
In the quiet of an empty room
I feel like
I’m having
A heart attack
498 · Feb 2015
He&She
Slowly she helps pick up the pieces that he left in front of her feet.*

He woke up later, went to sleep sooner, ate more, got rid of his old habits, found meaning in a sunset and saw life at every dawn, compared the necessary and the unnecessary and chose accordingly each time.

But as she fixed him, he was not fixing her

She was still filled with pain and regret and sadness and no matter how many pieces she leaves for him they just exponentially increase to infinity and eventually he gets tired of doing the work and decides when he is ready to leave her, alone and without love.
496 · May 2015
"i'm changing"
he told her he's changing through exasperated breath as if the whole world weighed down upon his words but he left her to find meaning in the ambiguity of his eyes

he told her he's changing but he didn't tell her whether it was for better or for worse, and like a rose whose petals reflect the crimson in her soul he started plucking her beautiful pieces away one by one

it was slow but soon she realized he took away her voice. he took away her confidence, he took away her beauty, he took away her heart, he took away her ability to control her emotions, he took away her happiness -- all the things she thought he gave her he took away and that really showed her who was in charge

her lungs filled with his world once and he warned her not to ever try something like that again because it would **** her but what she didn't say was he was already doing that, because with each conversation she suffocates a little bit more, until eventually the noose will be tied and her body will hang

he told her he's changing but it's clear to see it's somewhere away from her; he's going down the path of skinny girls and large *******, of cigarettes and alcohol, of past memories and old songs, of a world so far removed from her reality that she can never even dream of entering his stratosphere again
the pain never truly goes away

i wish it wasn't like this
it's that walk you didn't think you'd take, that memory lane that was just five minutes from your house with a car because you've timed it on his phone when your curfew was midnight

the house that once held confusion and comfort now just holds those rusting patterns in your brain of walking up the driveway and heading for the door that once memorized your hand print as much as his

maybe you can escape snow this winter

it's the way that the light strikes his face and the way that you see his new accessories in the foreign couch you once loved the color of because you're all alone in this world girl and nothing is going to change that

perhaps they all think you're anti social because you fade into the background more than they do, what's the point of being unique when i'm redefining the lines of the old and the new, stepping on the boundary of emotions to come back to where i've always been: an end

memory lane is not in my heart and not in my eyes, it's nowhere where i want to be because i'm too **** emotional to be able to handle it and i thought it was a good idea but chasing after butterflies is always a lost cause because they fly away and you're still here

the birds have never looked so dark, the sunny days so terrifying and i don't find the door to the basement anymore because no one is there to open it for me

the sound of music leaves his speakers the way they used to his gramophone but he's up to new technologies now and haven't you learned you're the old cd left in his bedroom to accumulate dust

they don't listen to the music you shared with them in the days when the world was covered in angel tears because they brought umbrellas and youre late to the **** party once again
491 · Mar 2015
don't believe it
when he tells you that he loves, tread carefully, because chances are he's saying it under exasperated breath drunk off the essence of nightlife

when he looks into your eyes and smiles, know that it is not because he cares more about you than anyone else - he just likes the view

when he tells you that you take priority over others, know that you shouldn't always believe him, because at the end of the day he's out partying and you aren't; he's drowning in liquor but you're drowning in tears

when he wants to be let in, make sure you have your lock secured, and make him find the **** key. no more handing it to him, no more thinking it'll be different this time, no more making excuses - this is your heart and you cannot just play around with it anymore, he needs to know that you are a forbidden fortress and in order to get inside he has to climb every **** brick that you have put up for him

make sure that he knows that this isn't a game and your heart is on the line - do not let him woo you back into this cycle of boom and depression because you were taught that's only for the economy and god knows you want to believe that

do not believe it when your heart tries to flutter out of your throat and do not let yourself write beautiful metaphors to him because he doesn't deserve it when all he's giving you is a stab wound in return

you can see the blood and you can feel the pain, do not believe it when he tells you it'll be okay
489 · Jan 2017
bo(d)y
kisses that fit together so perfectly you had me thinking heaven must've sent you, fingers intertwining so effortlessly i realised that the storms inside my body were the only natural disasters standing between us, embraces lasting so long i forgot you weren't my home because ******* if you felt like a shelter

but the naivety of passion and the false truths of *** have left me a long time ago and i've come to notice that the storms within me only rage more to coincide with the things getting in between us, even the best anchorman would tell you they were unavoidable when he, merely a body, pushed her away enough to produce a tsunami that kept beating, and beating, and beating her down

maybe i don't want to face the truth because i keep convincing myself that i'm not drowning but whether it's the water filling up from within me to match that hitting me or the fact that my clothes were never prepared to weather this storm doesn't matter because somewhere deep down i know the only protection i need isn't here right now

i should have known you were just a body, a living, breathing organism; i guess it's my fault i tried to make you superhuman

i'm sorry
486 · Dec 2014
Tied down
you can find me in the empty street of your local alley, hiding in the crevices of the broken pavement that has its **** together more than i do, and you can see me cowering in the corner of a party too loud for me to feel comforted, and you can see me fighting back tears after every single conversation and shout of you're stupid and you don't know what to do and how will you ever make it out alive

you can't see my hands tied behind my back and my mouth taped closed by the words that hit my throat and sting my ears and make my life seem worse than the world i thought it was, and you can't see my mind racing at hundreds of miles per hour hoping that there is a way out, that blood dissipates into water, that i'll be okay, and that i need to take every **** word out of my letters who reassure me that yes i am worth it and yes my mind and my freedom is all intact unharmed and not damaged

some days i feel broken, but not the mirror that shattered into seven years of bad luck. some days i feel broken like that little black duckling that never quite got it right or that baby bird with a broken wing who doesn't know where its mother is and who looks at everyone with eyes full of sympathy because every story is worth listening to unless its my own

and other days i just want it to stop, and i want to sleep, and i want to do nothing and enjoy the sheets of my bed and the comfort of my tv and the soft pillow that supports a head too tired to hold itself up because they do not judge me
          
        they do not tell me words that push through my armor and tear me *apart
485 · Dec 2017
denial
Don’t tell me sugar coated lies because
I want them to be just as bitter as the truth
when I swallow them
sigh
483 · Sep 27
on cptsd
the word family
sits at the edge of my mouth
and throws rocks in the well of my throat
choking me to death
trauma therapy is hard
whether it's 57 or 47 i don't know because i got sidetracked and i guess that's good because for the first time in a long time i was able to be sidetracked from the idea of you
this summer was a necessity for me, not a want because i needed to get away from here and from all of those memories of every time i did something wrong and ******* up and although it hurt being in the same place twice for a total of seven hours it wasnt as bad as i thought
youre just a memory now and accepting that is no longer like drinking a teaspoon full of bitter medicine making me want to throw it up just to keep you as alive as i could
i held on to you like you were some kind of lifeboat but you arent and never were and never will be and now you want to float your way back into my life but i learned how to swim in the salty water of the black sea summers ago and i was reminded once again that im too good for your drowning savior
this is my 57th and last poem to you, because i realized that resigning writing about you is resigning the memory of you and it's finally time for that
no more thinking about the carpet burns on my hands and the stream of tears that would pour waterfalls onto my cheeks to ruin my makeup
no more looking back at the story i wrote just so i wouldnt forget the experience and no more wishing it had happened differently
no more walking down the hallway with a shallow hole in my chest where your bullet ripped right through it and no more looking like the walking dead because of you ((i can still look like it for old reasons though))
and it makes me sad that i never really realized all of this until after June, until after an unforgettable experience with my loved ones but thats what did it for me
the melody of the mountains and the songs the summer sang in perfect harmony
and i realized in the end of july, when i was in a car without makeup, with work clothes, my hair blowing in the wind of the rolled down windows of a old car, it was when i looked at the window mirror then, that i was smiling

i was smiling

its been over two months since ive cried about you and i plan to keep it that way, and so i wanted to say i bid you adieu

it was nice while it lasted but kids grow up like grass when you give them soil and emotions recover from withering once you give them water

and i? well, i finally decided to drink the water.
a letter to you...for the last time
478 · Nov 2015
strangers
it starts off with a new face, intricate details, sharp jawlines, eyes so brown they speak to you without him ever having to open his mouth, lips so pink they're ready to show you what you've never been shown before

shot one, the eyes look deeper, emotions get elevated, suddenly the melody becomes easier to follow and your body loosens

shot two, he gives you the look you know too well, and you smile because you know that's all you needed

shot three and you aren't strangers anymore, pushed against a club wall, tongues intertwined in a melody only your heart knows how to describe, your brain not thinking because what would it say other than love is falling in love with strangers for the night to fill something that can't seem to be filled, stranger after stranger after stranger
477 · Dec 2015
f a l l i n g
and perhaps it's in the moment we realise that we smile with every perfectly crafted moment our lips collide and cause our skin to become tainted in goosebumps because we cannot believe how incredibly lucky we are that we realise yes, i am falling in love
477 · Nov 2014
english
we've spent approximately three months talking about authors and analyzing works and mentioning things like the author cannot give the audience closure because he doesn't have it himself and all i can think about is how i'm the one who needs comfort in a room full of students but i'm not going to get it

old habits die hard, and now i'm the one with the broken mouth and the burnt tongue, the person whose voice has been taken away because i cannot say things that are pictures anymore and i just wish you would realize how much of a constant struggle it is having to think about your memory at least once

thinking back to when you cared is something that i just can't put into a metaphor; i can't put any of this into a metaphor. if i tried it would go something like the way you made me feel was somewhere between two brick walls that were just continuously closing and i used all my weight to keep them open but i kept growing weaker and you kept growing forceful and the minute the summer days came into full bloom i was completely broken

sometimes i look out my window and i am convinced i need to get away because it will be good for me, but how can i build myself up against a world full of you? you're a drop in the water of *******, and for some reason i can't talk to anyone anymore without feeling like they're apart of your ocean

i'm waiting with all of my heart for thanksgiving -- waiting for the moment when i find out whether or not i can leave, and until them i'm stuck. maybe you remind me of colors and of snow, maybe he reminds me of white cars and hot chocolate, and maybe the other one reminds me of chlorine and equations, but maybe i can escape them all

english teachers will tell you that an author does things on purpose but i disagree. words fall onto the page as effortlessly as water flows through a mountain, and it's just because of this that the beauty of a novel comes about. i've been throwing my own ideas on paper for over a year, and now my own pages are finally soaked with the memories of you that i don't know how to apply the pen to a piece of paper without throwing that paper away. everything begins with a dot but it's time to start writing -- if it's therapy for certain great writes, it can be therapy for me too

i need to stop being afraid.
476 · May 2015
movie love
it's all so much brighter on the big screen: smoother, prettier, better

they look at each other with twilight in their eyes and a sparkle in their smile, making our worn out eyes and dull teeth look like a joke in comparison

they fight over the little things but in the end he comes back to her and she realizes her mistakes, they aren't stubborn like us, he isn't as resilient and i'm not as carefree

when i see them i realize the fault in our own love, when i see them i don't see any shattered glass or fragments of organs that used to be in you but were squeezed out because of how densely crushing your last love was

i don't see the drops of imaginary red dripping from their chests and suddenly it all makes sense

it works on the tv screen because they aren't broken like us
they don't cry themselves to sleep, they don't hold on to the past tighter than they hold on to themselves
they're characters and they're lines, they're stage directions and sure he may look at her in a way i only dream to be looked at but your brown eyes and worried brow are something i wouldn't trade in for a second

at the end of the day those are the movies and this is reality and when the lights turn back on i'm back to square one

no gleaming eyes, no defied gratitude, just me and you
realized this while at a friends house today
472 · Mar 2018
spring
the snow is finally thawing and the ground has become visible again/I think I can finally start to forget about what happened back then
sigh
472 · Sep 2014
Untitled
***** your car because i keep seeing it everywhere and all the different shades just seem to remind me that everything is done and ***** your good taste in music that would convince me to add things to a playlist full of memories i can't make anymore
471 · Jul 2018
over analysing at 1am
and just like that day turned to night / and just like that my problems came to light
Sigh
There's a sound within my chest but I just can't figure out what it is
and I think it's the memory of you that's making me exasperated
but the lack of motivation tells me it's something more.
Don't try to tell me you can fix me when my scars are wounds that
only bleed more and never heal, and don't say that
you know the sound of your mind racing through the dark because
I know my tears could sting through your chest and rip your heart.
You say that sometimes we have to get through it
but something tells me your words don't recoil
into you as much as you'd like to believe, and I'm sure the last time
you thought that was when you were six and life
was okay.
The night is as hollow as the day I turned from a flying bird into
one so injured it forgot how to fly, and the sound
my breath makes is frightening because the room is so empty
not even the remnants of my memories can cling onto the wall.
He looks at me and says cheer up but how can I
when the noise in my rib cage won't stop?
465 · Mar 2014
A Melting Heart
I don't think my heart can shatter anymore onto that cold ground you have left for it
to fall. Instead, I think my heart will melt into the fire of my soul that still burns for you
and every aspect of you.

When I think about everything that has happened my hands become numb and my heart
sinks inside my rib cage a little, and I have to hold back tears that I don't understand. I wish
that things were how they were a couple of months ago, when the leaves were red and
the sun was out, but the cold winter months have replaced any warmth that the world may
provide.

Now I am fueled by a fire within my heart to keep on going, but I do not understand why
this fire is not extinguished. Something keeps feeding hope into the pit and causing it
to burn still, but it cannot be me, for I see no hope. I see no hope yet I am not ready to
let go.

As the days go by and whatever it may be that is eating away at me continues, I stand here
and watch as my heart melts inside my chest. Your eyes, your words, your presence is
causing my vessels to boil. A hole is forming on my chest and I wish I could patch it but
haven't you been told? The store is fresh out of medicine.
464 · May 2014
Words unspoken [5w]
463 · Feb 2014
Mundane Reality
Sometimes you just get used to your decisions
and that no matter what you do nothing will ever really change.

Sometimes you get used to the mundane everyday feel of getting up,
getting dressed, spending a few extra minutes to look decent, typically for those
who don't really care.

Sometimes you try to build yourself up again to stand back up
and feel the old friend of excitement work through the intricate details
of each of your veins as if it was your blood, but you only stand up to
fall back down into your bed, where you plan to stay the rest of the day.

Sometimes I realize there is really no point to trying to tell you how I feel
because it's all a matter of a mundane reality - a reality I cannot change.

That's okay; I'm used to the pain, and god forbid you'll ever have to face emotions
on your own, I would never want that.
so many emotions right now but i'm so used to them everything's becoming sort of mundane and numb
459 · Jul 2015
00:00
I can't think of titles to these mindless poems anymore because this stream of consciousness isn't poetic it's just ugly and I want to say that I'm not in love but boy would I be lying if I said that because when his hands longer on my waist for longer than they need to and his face gets close to mine I swear to god I can feel my heart pound faster than it ever has and rationality jumps out the window along with all the walls built and if I told you I didn't miss him I'd be lying again because all I want to do is see him and he's all I think about and I want it to stop but it's the best feeling I've ever known and I'm willing to risk it all for him because he makes me feel safer than I've ever felt before and the comfort I've been searching for I've finally seemed to find wrapped in his arms and near his heart

I don't want this to end and if the world can reset at exactly midnight and turn all the numbers and mistakes of the day to a fresh start of zero I can reset everyday and start it with him because it's only then I know it'll be okay
458 · Nov 2017
smoke
i didn't know what it meant to crave somebody until my body began to feel like i'd fallen victim to the nicotine you've smoked every time we were together
suddenly you're gone
and i feel withdrawal effects
from your words
from your kiss
from you
maybe the worst thing about an LDR is the need to hug someone so far away, when it's not a want anymore
457 · Feb 2015
7:45pm
i've been stuck staring at my computer for approximately ten minutes telling myself i need to write but the words aren't coming onto the keyboard as fast as my brain thought they could

i'm being pulled in ten directions, my brain never ceases to think, think think think about time about distance about love about hate about depression about being shattered about how he can glue me back together about how two broken things don't make a whole about how nothing is going to change and everything is going to change about fear about happiness about trust about hate about hate about love about fear

i can't stop thinking and hoping i'll see the **** message pop up on my screen that says i understand how you feel i feel it too i don't know what's going on but i think i'm okay with it

but the way my heart is beating as i write this indicates that the doubt in me is larger than the amount of thinking i've been doing and lately i've realized being a pessimist and being a realist is the same thing and i don't know how to break that to even myself
457 · May 2014
astounded
never did i believe that the biggest compliment
that would ever leave my lips for you
was the image that i created of you and who i thought
you were

and honestly, i think that might be the biggest compliment
anyone's ever given you

i painted you as someone who could cure every broken part of me
but in reality you are ignorant of this broken side, and ignorant of the
true pain of sadness - of complete loneliness

and in your ignorance you found a way to get under
my skin and remind me that i am a human and i have
emotions

you found a way to remind me of the flaws that i
cannot forget no matter how hard i try

and i dont know if i can forgive you for that.
456 · Sep 2020
01:11
the way you say my name has become my favourite melody

my voice saying yours becomes the chorus
I love you
452 · Apr 2014
confusion
sometimes i wish that photos didn't exist, and sometimes i wish that i could win you over with poetry, and sometimes i wish that i could write all the things i love about you and give it to you and have you understand what i see, and sometimes i wish memories didn't happen, and sometimes i wish emotions didn't exist, and sometimes i wish i didn't have to write in a single huge paragraph about how confused i feel, and sometimes i wish my heart didn't sink when i look back at those stupid pictures, and sometimes i wish that those **** memories would just go away, those memories of it all and the cold ground of a hall and the dark lights and the 3am and the tears, and sometimes i wish that i could rewrite my luck into stone, and sometimes i wish that you for one time wouldn't say her name when we talk, and sometimes i wish that ill wake up to a text from you telling me how you feel, and sometimes i wish that 11:11 wishes came true, and sometimes i wish that i could stop wishing for things, and sometimes i wish that i could forget and stop feeling the way i do, and sometimes i feel like im chipping away, and sometimes i think that you forgot it all, and sometimes you convince me you have, and sometimes you ask for my approval, and sometimes i want to shout at you and tell you it's all wrong, and sometimes i think about it, but i never do.
i dont even know what im feeling
450 · Jan 2018
20:37
his words hit me so hard he left me unconscious
but he still didn't care enough to stay
449 · Apr 2017
w a r
Maybe that's what love is, when I've been fighting battles with my mind for nineteen years until somebody finally listened to me cry out I'm a *pacifist
lil tid-bit from a spoken word I wrote
449 · May 2015
tug of war
my love is a tug of war, a game for children aged five through ten

he's the boy and i'm the girl, he pulls too hard and i fall down, i get back up but he's giving up again, i use all of my energy to pull the ******* rope back towards me, get that ******* knot back past my line, win this game, make sure it doesn't win me again

i can't be a loser so i fight harder and harder, dig my heels into the ground just so i don't move, try to be stagnant, end up being dynamic, his love makes me weaker, i'm losing my grip

months later the knot has lost meaning and i forget what i'm fighting for
448 · Jan 2017
perfection
perfection is how beautiful we walk out of sync while shivering in the cold, my jacket too long and puffy to be comfortable and yours too black to be neutral in the face of my foundation

it's how you take little moments to look at me when ordering something because even though I've never learned how to admire eyes being held onto me something about catching your gaze still gets me a year later and if that isn't special **** I don't know what is

it's how my hand still searches for yours when we're together and how when you touch me it lingers for longer than it should all the while my skin shouting to break free just to hold you forever because in the face of nothing and everything we somehow found the now and I don't want to let go of it

falling in love is ******* messy and imperfect and beautiful and baby, that's absolutely perfect to me
446 · Feb 2016
02:49
maybe that's the thing nobody taught me about love...it fades
a.* people don't stay
b. even if they promise, don't believe them
c. mind over matter is so much harder than i thought it would be
d. loving someone unconditionally is like cannibalism, because it causes you to slowly fade away in the shadow of their achievements. you have to force yourself to be there for them with a smile even though you want to cry
e. people truly can have only one best friend
f. and that one person will *always
be there for you
g. life is full of disappointments
h. people don't just disappoint you, you disappoint yourself
i. there are mornings where you won't want to get up
j. there are nights when you won't want to sleep
k. no one except that one person truly understands you
l. hugs are the best medicine
m. they can also lead to streams of waterfalls gushing from your eyes as you realize you won't be able to move on from this person
n. "i'm fine" is the most common lie
o. most people know this, many do little about it
p. everyone moves on with their lives
q. everyone moves on from you to someone better
r. there are an array of metaphors that can be used to describe how ****** life is
s. people will not understand that the metaphors are not a joke
t. there are boys that can turn your world inside out and outside in
u. there are boys you will stay up with until three talking to, boys you will talk to all day
v. there are also boys who do not care
w. there are boys who will not notice the little things you do for them
x. times when you just want to give up and cry for the rest of your night are not few and far between anymore
y. raindrops crashing into the soft barrier of your skin cells are surprisingly comforting
z. it will be okay is hidden with the phrase eventually and not right now
only april and all this realization
440 · Apr 2014
A Game of Pretending
Are you okay? you ask with that sympathetic look in your eyes,
god the way you look up kills me.

You look so sincere, what am i supposed to say? i'm not okay?
i'm sorry, that's not the game i play.

I care about you to the moon and back, i'm your "best friend," remember? and
best friends don't talk to each other in any other way, they don't cause
pain and confusion. they should always be there, and i guess ill always be here
because i tried not being here and it doesn't work.

I like rolling the dice and feeling the exhilarating rush of whatever chance may
come, but i just can't roll the dice with your name on it anymore. god, did
you know i ******* look forward to you everyday?

I've realized today, under swollen eyes from more tears shed by you
than you should ever have to know,

                                   I've become the princess of pretending.
you taught me how to like again.
i could swear i saw you pick up the pieces of the remnants of my broken heart as they fell and hand them back to me with a smile, an assurance that everything was going to be okay.
you let me fall for all the stupid things that you do, like the way that you joke around or how you always care about me and worry if i'm not okay.
you picked up my heart and handed it back but didn't step away from my radar and there i went stupid enough to start to fall back into your arms, thinking all the trust exercises in third grade would all of a sudden work with someone.
but i should have listened to them all; don't give your heart up that easily, it's only a mirage.
because i was falling so slow that i could see my feet being lifted above the very ground i was walking on, the very streets that we walked in, the halls we flirted it, and i knew that you were no good while i slipped but when you slip you just keep on falling and i couldn't help myself.
but gravity finally set in with my sense of realization that i am going to fall on my own, with no one to catch me once again.
i am going to land on my ***, and it's going to be painful, and i'm not going to want to get up or look at anyone in the eye that saw me as i fell, because deep down they all knew it was a mistake too, and they tried to tell me and i wouldn't listen.
and now i'm dancing on the tightrope of how i feel and you're no longer turning into the net that will catch me but rather the gust of wind that will make me fall into the cold lake of reality below.
and now it's 5am and all i want to do is cry because i know that i lied to you and you know that i lied to you but i am so accustomed to putting on smiley faces  anyway and i'm so used to being never good enough that there is not point in trying to say how i feel; i know how i feel.
i feel like ****.
but now i'm going to straighten myself up and put on a smile, and pretend it's all okay.

because that's what girls like me do.
there are so many emotions that resurface sometimes and we just can't help but take a step back and realize we aren't okay and maybe this time we can't pretend all day
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