The song begins as you drift in
Not unlike another being,
albeit I may be weary.
But I watch you dance before my very eyes; your movement reminiscent of silk in the wind.
Flowing with grace and confidence.
As the tempo rises, your actions speak louder than ones screams ever could.
Calling in those who care was no hassle for me, for your dance is a delight for all to see.
You spin and brace yourself for what’s to come,
I watch you mouth those words, ever so familiar.
And with your final Jeté all is revealed.
You fall exhausted and on the verge of tears; the weight finally off your chest.
I close my eyes... and breathe
The morning sun kisses my lashes as I break from my trance,
And you’re gone.
As your performance has come to a close I finally recognize your tune.
You always were a creature of the night.
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 2:24 PM UTC
His illuminating personality is,
if anything,
But a thinly veiled facade for the pain that lies underneath.
When looking deeply into his eyes,
just maybe,
You’ll see something I couldn’t.
Some say monster, some say saint;
although unsure,
For all I saw was him,
In his entirety.
As I sit here writing about someone I could barely grasp,
yet he holds me with such force,
The red seeps into a frigid purple,
As my superficialities begin to fade and the real damage is revealed.
The man I loved.
Is who hurts the most, even on his best days.
It’s time for me to end my romanticization with a ghost of a memory.
Life is waiting.
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 8:26 PM UTC
Tw: Self H*rm
I double guess myself, when you’re not around.
I need your voice to fall asleep, because of a secret you gave my soul to keep.
I hear her say “I don’t want to play that game”. The sound of her cries bring me back to mine.
The scars you’ve caused, will go deeper than her skin, reminding her that abusers always win.
Maybe she’ll turn out fine, or maybe she’ll continue the line.
Like an artist going mad from their own work. Never seeing something beautiful enough, so deeper she goes.
Another cut, another cut
They do say beauty comes from within, don’t they?
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 3:10 PM UTC
I got mocha boba for once
I’ve taken the first step
Thank you for that
Goodbye green apple.
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 11:00 PM UTC
I just did something
And now I’m hated by
The one I love most
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 8:58 PM UTC
What do I want?
The person who says they love me to actually know me
I want them to know what it means when I use that dreaded comma when I say goodnight,
I want them to do research when I’m struggling, instead of talking about themselves and their struggles... maybe it’s too much to ask for them to learn coping strategies with me
I want them to understand the small things that make me happy, like bookmarking my poetry account and checking it occasionally, or good morning and goodnight texts
I want someone who won’t try to draw me in with a promise and a pill...
I want someone who loves me
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 8:04 PM UTC
Maybe It’s too much to ask, to take me back| to against the wall, where you had your back.| Because now all that's behind you is me.| Maybe it’s My fault for pressing you| And this is just what you had to do,| But if so| why must you be so cold?| I remember our best moments| in the warmth of the summer| But now all I ask is| how have you become... her?| You used to taste like Orange,| vibrant and nostalgic. A comforting summer day under a willow tree.| now you taste like yellow,| bitter and tense.| a false security, Uncertainty, uncomfortably idling under the surface.|
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 11:59 PM UTC
is it bad that i want to feel you?
i know you passed on the opportunity,
but i think i sense regret.
the space between us shrinks,
but I can wait
you’re a lovely assault to my senses,
something i’ve never experienced; something i want to experience again...
Mar 7, 2020
Mar 7, 2020 at 9:53 PM UTC
i feel you
breathing down my neck
making my hair stand on end
in the most passionate way
i don't want to hurt you...
i don't want to let you in
but you make it so easy
all of my senses scream for you,
or maybe they're afraid
you write me poetry
while i write poetry about you
why have you fallen so deeply in love
with someone who can't love
themselves.
you're close,
and i'm claustrophobic
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 2:51 PM UTC
the ghost of our past is all around the city
i miss you as i pass the park
i miss you as i walk the streets
i miss you as i order my drink,
my green apple boba
if i’m unsure of what to get
i’ll always know my green apple boba
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 11:33 PM UTC