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benedict
benedict
17/Non-binary/Grand Rapids, MI cello | grape monster energy drinks | coffee | the brilliance | moon | steppenwolf by herman hesse | flowers
i think i'm being haunted don't know what else to call it can you be haunted by a living ghost? the other day i was testing markers at the public library flipped over a scrap page of paper and there was the name of a former lover then today i was bouldering and guess who i saw a former lover finishing a route one i hadn't even attempted to try tomorrow i'll be buying chai at the local trattoria and i'll look up and a former lover will be passing by on the street i'm not in love with this ghost but i might look into getting an exorcism just for the fun of it
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Jan 12, 2022
Jan 12, 2022 at 8:50 PM UTC
letter to a former lover #5
remember the fog? texted you at six am: "picking u up in ten" always had to text you first try not to think about that it always made me sad it's alright we had fun walking in dew-drop fields started to rain we hid under that tree the one that looks like a jack johnson album cover thermos in a tote bag filled with steaming water holy water chamomile tea two mugs sitting on a log preparing for communion one was clay the other was glass both so very breakable you and i remain strained in origin peaceful in present
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Jan 12, 2022
Jan 12, 2022 at 8:46 PM UTC
letter to a former lover #4
hell, i'm doing so well getting sleep eating vegetables running on the treadmill finishing my homework staying off my phone so why do i feel kind of numb? why do i dream of nothing and why does this food have no taste and why can't i catch my breath and why haven't i talked to my friends in days and why do i want someone to punch me i feel so sick energy drinks every morning throwing up every night looking at my figure in the mirror blisters on my hands words caught in my throat
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Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 9:00 PM UTC
grape monster energy drink
would you like to hear a secret? i liked you. liked you on and off for years new york, model un, this year it was the proximity i needed to feel like somebody gave a **** i am sorry for telling you with my eyes and i am sorry for not telling you with words your smile, your laugh the way you hurt me sometimes oblivious to the fact that your opinion mattered. and now i read this, reflecting upon the aftermath. you told me the words i wanted to hear but out of necessity, not want. you have taken the small secrecy of my emotion away from me and i cannot forgive you for that sin.
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Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 8:51 PM UTC
letter to a former lover #3
********* i'm a fool for thinking that drinking those cups of coffee would **** the swarm of moths that are living in my head the coffee it hydrates those bugs they grew and flew out of my mouth ********* i'm sorry for assuming that you would want to hear about my day" those moths forming words will tear at your fondness your reassurances remind me of the times i slapped bandaids on gaping wounds it won't make it better but at least you don't have to look at it ********* turn off your lights i'll turn mine on and they can flock around me i don't care if they eat my clothes as long as they don't eat yours they rip at my self worth until i'm stripped to the bones pour me another cup of coffee, will you?
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Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 10:16 AM UTC
moths
tired so tired i want to sleep forever dear god maybe i won't wake up not yet go to bed wake up for the sunrise for the bitter coffee drowned in sugar packets wake up for friends who may not know what they need people are relying on you don't let them down
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Oct 22, 2021
Oct 22, 2021 at 9:32 AM UTC
late nights
you are the shade of green that i describe to my friends she's like springtime with smiles they shake their heads used to my tired verses god i mean it though a breath of fresh air whenever you look at me or brush your hand against mine the first signs of warmer weather i am a shade of grey cold and uninteresting the winter provides none but gratefulness for spring wish i was warmer
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Oct 22, 2021
Oct 22, 2021 at 9:27 AM UTC
sapphic love poem
not enough time god it's going by too fast can't count the days count the weeks instead. years pass as you complaisantly count too busy worrying about wasted time to do anything worth living for.
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Oct 21, 2021
Oct 21, 2021 at 9:36 AM UTC
complaisant
the impact words said quietly emotion deafening the aftermath the explosion was violent knocking me off my feet the reflection lying in bed hearing impaired the healing heart impaired head impaired the result shorter hair sharper kindness the apology no thanks i'm fine without you
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Oct 21, 2021
Oct 21, 2021 at 2:30 AM UTC
letters to a former lover #2
my dear, can i call you that? it's not applicable, but carries weight our fingertips no longer touch our mouths no longer smile too full of vows left unsaid let me say them now i loved you i loved you and i felt trapped by you not by a fault of yours the desert was calling i could not resist you know how i am forever chasing the sun i think i may have gotten too close the wax on my wings is burning bringing you down with me sorry © 2021 benedict
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Oct 21, 2021
Oct 21, 2021 at 2:22 AM UTC
letters to a former lover #1