hi. hello. how are you? i’ve watched you live your life from behind a screen, and can i say that I think it’s beautiful? can i say that you are beautiful? that your existence is beautiful? the way you laugh. the way you think. the way you breathe. beautiful. you remind me of wildflowers and the color yellow. you remind me of a child’s innocence and mother’s finest china. you remind me of all the pretty things. is it wrong to say i’ve started to hate them? the pretty things? because they remind me of you? i can’t escape your beauty and it’s suffocating. what am i suppose to do with it? it feels like an offering that i don’t have the strength to hold. everywhere i turn, there you are. in the eyes of my love. in the voices of my friends. in the most damaged parts of my heart. hi. hello. how are you? can i say that you are beautiful? i’ve certainly heard it enough.
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 11:40 PM UTC
If someone asked me
what happiness looks like,
I'd describe
you.
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 10:07 AM UTC
Hannah Hannah Hannah
won’t you smile for us
cuz when your sad
i feel like I’ve been hit by a bus
and it was a big bus
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 1:09 AM UTC
Because I’ve watched you die
A hundred times before,
And I’m no longer afraid
To see it happen.
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 4:08 PM UTC
there are so many words
that i wish to tell you.
there are so many thoughts
to slip from my mouth.
i want you to know
the entirety of my being
and the deepest corners
of my soul.
strip me bare.
and see who i am.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 3:31 AM UTC
I am not in love with you in the way that most would think of
when they hear the phrase “In love.”
But I am In love with having you in my life for the rest of eternity,
And I am in love with loving you forever
In whatever form that comes in.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 2:32 AM UTC
I have used up all my words
and all of my thoughts.
you yanked them out of my throat
as if I was some magic trick
with never ending scarves.
well I’m not magic,
but now I’m empty.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 1:22 AM UTC
you say you’re not a writer
but you write poetry all over my legs.
covered in bruises and scratches and scars;
a sign I’ve been loved by you.
my body is a novel that you’ve written.
I am proud to walk around with these words.
so carefully and meticulously crafted
by your gentle hands.
you have me marked.
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 1:20 AM UTC
When everyone gets to be happy except for me
because my happiness is uncomfortable.
my happiness is dumb.
my happiness isn’t important or real.
The way I feel isn’t real.
I don’t feel the same way you do.
I posses undeveloped emotion
which means I lack the privilege of affirmation.
I am sorry I ever tried to accomplish joy.
I am sorry for the strains I put on you.
from now till forever I will forget to feel,
and we will all live comfortably in your happy.
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 11:58 PM UTC