If fear keeps us alive,
Why does mine want me gone?
Fight or Flight, but I can't move
I feel like I'm a pawn for
Your hatred,
Your anger,
Your
Lust
.
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 11:20 AM UTC
The rain has stopped
But the clouds don't part
They can't.
The news says it is still raining,
But when I finally look out the window
I don't see the rain sliding down.
But why would I not trust the meteorologist?They are in charge
of warning us when a storm is coming.
So they always say it's raining,
But the rain stopped so many years ago.
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 1:59 AM UTC
"You don't have to say it back"
This phrase
plagues my mind,
taunts my heart and
haunts my soul.
My beliefs are
a window into the world I come from.
Like a father's simple switch;
The one shown outwardly isn't the same
as the one in his house.
If everything I do,
everything I don't do,
makes me feel like I ****** up.
How can I feel worthy
of your love?
I will always love you.
But there is never any pressure to say it back.
Hiding my pain.
Helping others with theirs.
Taking on others' burdens,
hoping
praying that I don't become one of them.
It has always been,
and will always be...
A cycle.
Love has always felt like a cycle.
A recognizable pattern,
always noticed too late.
I love you.
I tolerate you.
I'm tired of you.
Like a toy to a child,
I will grow stale.
Doomed to being left to rot
once a newer, better toy arrives.
I want this feeling to end.
I want to hear you say you love me,
and I want to wholeheartedly believe you.
But how can I
When I'm not worthy of your time?
Like a child to her father,
I will always love you.
But like a father to his child,
You don't have to say it back.
...
...
...
But my heart heals when you do.
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 1:17 AM UTC
Nunca sé de que escribir mis poemas.
Si lo quiero de amor o de mi mente
¿Sera sobre amarte, que lo hago facilmente?
O sera de mis traumas
El miedo que consuma
Lo felíz o lo triste.
Puedo ser uno, «o las dos» dice
El poeta en mi mente
Escribiendo poesía solo por querer.
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 11:21 PM UTC
Cuando me veo pensativa
Y me preguntas,
«¿Qué tienes?»
Mucho pasa por mi mente.
Tengo lágrimas
que no se sueltan
por ser felíz.
Cosas que quiero darte,
Comprarte para tí.
Tengo sueños
de lo malo y bueno.
Si me caigo al suelo
tú estás alli para decirme,
«Te tengo.»
Pero tú te quedas
y me amas,
como las garzas,
patas,
águilas,
buhos:
Estás conmigo
hasta que me muero.
Con mi alma entero,
espero ese día que me quedo
En ese altar, y me oyes decir
«Sí, quiero»
Y con eso te digo,
«Nada, solo estoy pensando»
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 6:56 PM UTC