Ik mis je, ik hou van je, ik wil je, maar verlies je.
Jou loslaten is het moeilijkste dat ik ooit doen moest,
want mijn naïviteit dacht dat voor eeuwig
geen sprookje was.
Ik heb je vervloekt, ik heb je bemint, ik heb je gehaat en ik heb je geliefd, ik wou je zien groeien, zien openbloeien.
Maar mijn grootste fout,
was dat ik je nooit kon laten zijn wie je was.
Feb 1, 2023
Feb 1, 2023 at 5:35 PM UTC
To you
please, let me love you
I know your struggles I know your pain
don't put them away for none to see
in needing help there is no shame
remember in love lies empathy
you are not inhumane
for searching silence
you don't need to explain
only to remember love is an alliance
you deserve someone to hold you tight
to wipe your tears when sadness is near
to fight monsters in the night
remember love will persevere
you will be kept safe
never to be alone
take a leap of faith
remember love lies in the unknown
So to you I say
with all my heart
please, let me love you
for the world is a little more ugly
with us apart
from me
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 3:31 PM UTC
Artists are often
broken people
using the fragments of themselves
to create something new
and although
being healed
feels so complete
sometimes i want to be broken again
sometimes i want open wounds
so i can use the blood
to paint sunsets
so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas
so i can carve
masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind
but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 6:56 AM UTC
.
It
is
true,
you are
totally right.
I'm as dry as
a desert, I'm a dead
empty land. I used to be
a jungle when the clouds
where by my side, and now that
they are gone, my trees, my dreams
they dried and died. Because of this,
nothing grows inside of me, there is
only silence and despair. I can't feel
what I write, I barely feel alive
I want to feel human again
Oh god, I really miss
the rain
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 5:27 AM UTC
two people
sit across from each other
they act like they're in love
but they are not in love
two children
who try to be adults
attempt to listen
but they're not listening
two lovers
struggling to live
take it one day at a time
one son
one mother
try to understand
but ignorance is not given
to those who won't understand
one dreamer
young and naïve
she's gonna change the world
she just doesn't know it yet
the man in the corner
is sipping his coffee
but he doesn't like it
he prefers tea
the woman over there
is writing a novel
she's been writing
for three weeks
the elderly woman
is always alone
almost as though
she's waiting for another
and the waitress
is just trying pay
the bills that are due
the next day
every life is a movie
and everyone's got their struggles
but it's just another day
at the Blueside Society Cafe
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 5:22 AM UTC
Those silly songs;
so sad but true
With lost feelings
of me and you
I played it on
with the tape's side A
Felt like blossoms of dawn
and flowers of May
I flipped the tape
Found side B's empty
The same thing I get
Every time you look at me
"You'll get over this."
You once confided
That's what our love is;
Too one-sided
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 5:40 AM UTC