When you burn paper
It curls in
From the edges
Getting smaller
I am the opposite
Burning
Brightly unfurling
Growing
A mess
Carelessness at it's best
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
It is very rare
To live in the moment.
At any given time
We find ourselves
Thinking about the past
Or planning for the future.
To live in the moment
Is the most beautiful
Feeling;
Because you remember
Every sound,
Smell and touch,
And have memorised
Every crease on your lover's palm.
And for days,
Months
And even years,
You will live in that moment
Until time drains the colour
Of that memory,
Like a used cloth,
And you have to find
Another moment to live in.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
I think I loved you most the winter your heating was broken
And we’d stay inside all morning
Pretending to complain that we couldn’t get out of bed
Our clothes becoming little islands on the floor,
Ones that we could not quite find the courage to visit
Your hand stayed glued to my hip,
Your breath warming my shoulder
Like a long drag of whiskey
That kind that had a home so far away,
In a glass bottle on top of your refrigerator.
The one that would not be opened
Until that fateful day in February,
When everything went wrong
And on that unbearable night
When you joked that you’d freeze to death if I left you
There was a long silence
Like it might be true.
Now it’s warm enough
That I show too much skin when sitting in bars
And you avoid me like the plague,
Whispering in any girl’s ear that’s near to you
Every time you see me watching out of the corner of your eye
We should have stayed inside when the ice began to melt
Because I think
When those doors opened and we finally ventured outside
The world had changed,
And so had you and I.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
This much I know is true:
I'm as much me,
As I am a part of you,
Your words will never change this,
Nor distance, nor time,
And some day in the future,
Again, you will be mine
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
I just want you
to be happy
but sometimes
and selfishly
I want to be
your happiness
But
'happiness is a choice'
you say
and you didn't choose me
I clung onto the idea
since you made me happy
it would be the same for you
What is happiness now?
where has it gone to?
In time, society has robbed us
the real meaning of happiness
Go on your own way
and pursue your happiness
for your smile, is my smile
your laugh, is my laugh
and I'll be happy
when you find your happiness
because I love you
always have, always will
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Thy skys are beautiful
And so are you
For throughout time
I shall call you mine
I will make you blush
With a single touch
I shall fight your fears
And wipe your tears
I will show you love
Give you all of the above
Never call you names
Never give you the blame
Treat you with respect
And will always protect
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
I tend to live my life in a cloud, always foggy, never taking the time to look around.
I gave up on the world before I even saw it.
I gave up on myself before I had the chance to live.
It's so easy to get lost in my head and forget to breathe sometimes, but you call me out on it, every time, no matter what. It doesn't even matter if you're struggling internally as well, you always make sure to look at me. To notice when I'm not talking as much, or when my text seems oddly worded.
I knew how intuitive you were from the very beginning, I would watch you watch the world. And the sparkle in your eye forced me to look around as well.
You are the push I've needed for so long, you keep me focused and remind me that it's just another day.
No matter how horrible things may seem
the birds will still chirp,
flowers will bloom,
life will go on.
And I can either continue to crawl through it, or I can live. I can choose to smile, every single morning no matter how much it hurts. Because there is beauty everywhere, everyone and everything has a story.
I hope I never lose the sight you've given me. I think that's why I don't like the idea of you buying me materialistic things. The gift you've given me can never be repaid or properly recognized.
You gave me everything I have, my mind set, my smile, the air that brushes past my lips.
You showed me everything that I was too afraid to see before,
you gave me the world I live in today,
and I swear I will never forget that.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
Everyone kept asking how I was,
the looks on their faces dripping with pity.
I hate that look, I always have.
But I said I was fine, I told the truth, I was and I still am.
I never knew you so I have no memories to mourn.
Yet I still need to write this because a simple question,
keeps me from the sleep I crave.
The question is "why?"
it's such a simple phrase, yet it's tearing me apart.
Why would you do this?
Why now?
Why were you alone?
Why were you alone?
Why were you alone?
That's not okay.
No one deserves to feel like they have no way out.
Was it because you're just like me?
Was it the voices that you passed from your head to mine?
I hear them too, all the time, all day.
They remind me of what I really am, over and over.
I'm sorry that they got to you like that,
after all those years of running.
I'm so sorry, you didn't deserve it.
I don't care that you left, I get why you did.
I remember you wrote me once when I was eleven,
asking me to meet you for lunch.
Along with the letter you sent,
a gold necklace with a delicate chain,
it said 'Daddy's Little Girl' on it.
I never had the chance to be, Daddy's Little Girl.
But mom said it was the voices,
that you wouldn't feel the same tomorrow.
So I threw everything away.
I threw you away,
just like you had to us.
I think that's when I knew how alike we really were.
Or maybe it was when mom told me that you scared her,
because you thought you could control the lightning.
I wanted to yell at her and tell her you could,
because I could too.
I wonder what would've happened if I had written back
I'm truly sorry I didn't.
Because maybe I could've told you
that the voices were mean and angry,
that they'd tell you anything to make you hate yourself,
more than you already do.
Then you could've heard me instead,
but you were alone with them and they won.
And I can't help but wonder how long I have
until my voices win.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC