Holding on for so long
Holding on to hope
Holding on to the fact
I might have a chance
I was hoping for a fairytale
Even the slightest of dream
But reality woke me up.
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
My stargazing eyes
are in vain,
for they’re a sea
of sadness and longing.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
I’m afraid to live,
but I’m also afraid of not living.
I’m afraid of being happy,
but I’m also afraid of being unhappy.
I’m afraid of being alone,
but perhaps that’s the path.
I’m afraid of being second best,
for when was I not.
I’m afraid of being the second choice,
though,
I was never the first.
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 3:07 AM UTC
I was so foolish
To feel what I feel
I was so selfish
To feel what I feel
I’ll just sit by
With a shattered heart
Waiting to be patched up,
Only to be shattered once more.
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC
Every year,
The tulip blooms more beautiful
than the last year.
Over time it shall wilt and die,
but the tulip is blessed
with the opportunity
to be beautiful again.
I do hope that,
like the tulip,
I can be beautiful again.
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 2:20 AM UTC
Is my life
A never-ending cycle
Of broken promises
False hope
And fake love?
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 9:33 PM UTC
Why has the phrase
"I love you"
Become so easily said
And so easily forgotten.
Those three words
Bind the heart and soul
Only for them to be crushed
And tossed away
While they say
"I love you"
To another
The next day.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
Sitting here in the dark
There is black noise all around
And my feautures are blank
And my brain is like a static tv
I'm swimming in an ocean
In an attempt to find land
But to me land is food
Now I'm told less food makes me bad
And more food makes me bad
When will I reach the oasis?
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 4:44 AM UTC
What if my mind was like a sea of sparkling diamonds
But no,
I am stuck trying to undo a magicians knot.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 10:19 AM UTC
In the desolation when I think of you,
I feel like embracing fire.
Black, red, destructive.
In the noise when I think of you, I feel like holding a rose.
Beautiful, dainty, painful.
At night when I think of you, I feel like holding a bent book.
Broken, imperfect, indifferent.
In the morning when I think of you, I feel like looking at the sun.
Prism, untouchable, poison.
You are the sun, and I am the eyes,
taking in every ounce of pain just to see your light.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 2:21 AM UTC