You've changed.
I don't have room to say that, do I?
I know I've changed too.
But there's a difference in changing for the better and for the worse,
and you, my friend, have chosen the latter.
If it's not in the way you move, it's in the way you speak.
It's in the way your heart has taken to another form- one less affectionate than before.
Who did this to you?
Was it me?
You used to light candles in darkness, but now you blow them all out. One by one. I wonder how it makes you feel.
One of those candles resides inside of me, you know.
Do you dare to blow it out?
Maybe my light will burn your lips before you can even gather the breath in your lungs to expel the force that brings death to my flame. Maybe you'll feel the pain as it is inflicted against your body and you'll think to yourself;
"I've changed."
Maybe one day that self realization will hit you. And maybe that will be the day that you realize;
You were wrong.
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 4:08 AM UTC
I want to pull away from this. From you. I want to just stop and act like we never got close. I want to act like you never became my rock. I want to pretend like you don't know how to make me smile
or laugh when I don't want to. I want to do this because I am afraid. Afraid of falling in love with you even when I know you would never feel the same in return. Afraid to get my heart broken. Afraid to once again get hurt. Afraid to put my faith in someone else. I am so afraid.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 4:24 AM UTC
days and weeks blend and fade together
it’s getting harder to know whether
things are real or just all in my mind
i’m trying to find
a balance some peace some reality
a sense of being whole and free
i’m trying to find me.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 4:19 AM UTC
"but i don't see you how
the rest of the world sees you,"
he said as the tears fell from her eyes.
"...and it's a **** shame that the world took such a beautiful girl
and broke her down the way that it did."
she opened her eyes
and asked him,
"how do you see me
if not through the same eyes as everyone else?"
to which he replied,
"i saw your soul before i saw your skin...
...and so suddenly my idea of beauty became much different."
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 4:14 AM UTC
But darling,
those flowers will die one day
no matter how much you care for them.
No amount of sun,
or water,
or love
can keep them alive forever.
And I,
I am one of those flowers.
My time is coming,
so let me wilt.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 12:02 AM UTC
to love
is to plant flowers where the sun doesn't shine and never
forgetting to water them.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 7:16 PM UTC
i've got shelter and warmth and i will keep you safe.
i've got all of my flaws but my heart still loves the same.
i've got room to improve, i've got love to reclaim.
i've got scars on my skin but my heart still loves the same.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 4:11 PM UTC
You lit up inside of me
Like a match that wanted to burn
But my heart was already on fire
Creating it's own light.
A light that kept me warm and out of the dark that you once left me in.
No, I didn't need you anymore.
But it sure felt nice to glow with you for a while.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 4:02 PM UTC
january 11th, 9:44pm
and as i write my last words out
in hopes of someone listening,
i find that you were listening
and holding onto everything
i thought no one wanted.
i thought no one wanted me.
i knew that no one saw the signs
that i drew through my words,
until i met you
and you showed me the parts of me
no one saw.
not even me.
-a.h.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 12:40 AM UTC