“but i miss him.”
and what can you say to that?
there are no words that can come from
your lips
that will make her forget
the taste of his.
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 10:07 PM UTC
What other kind of creature could divide
Each different thing into its different sides
With chaos versus order, dark and light
The stark duality of wrong and right
We even split the very world in two
With human versus human, we and you
But still no matter how much we divide
Each thing has infinitely many sides
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."
We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.
I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.
I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.
Almost.
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 10:01 PM UTC
My death will be liberating.
And I do not say that in the sense
that I am going to find a cliff
and take a good jump off.
No.
I am just trying to find a
clever way to tell you
that I do not know what is going
to happen next.
You see,
there is a
fine line
between
dreaming and
mortality
and
I am finding out for myself
that being in love
does not always
involve
being awake.
And for my sake
I fall in love with daydreams,
nightmares,
hazy realities
and
the hung-over idea
of not being enough.
It is all out of my hands.
It is all out of time.
And the only thing I have left to do,
now,
is decide.
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
The sweetest of words escape your lips and leave me breathless.
Butterflies flutter inside,
fill day dreams with your static covered voice,
So smooth and masculine.
Never have I been so drawn to the corners of another's mind,
wanting to fill myself into the creaks of your heartache.
I could heal you....
shower you in affection and adoration.
Your brilliance captivates me,
leaving me wanting more.
I'm to caught up in what ifs...
What lingers between that I can't confess,
is that I'm afraid,
I could get completely lost in you.
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC
he will always be my heartbreak,
the muse that comes with every unsung melody
of a new lover.
he will always be the scar that permeates
through every touch
and piece of love that others give
now that he is gone and out of reach.
he will always be bittersweet,
and though i have moved onto better palletes,
i will always still have a taste for his words
that gave me the wings to write my own.
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
one day
it will be easy to breathe
my lungs will inhale flowers
and honey
it will be second nature
like riding a bicycle
like tying a shoe
like swallowing a pill
and i will hold on
tightly and
with shaking hands
until then
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 6:50 AM UTC
he said
you are so gorgeous in the way
you write yourself on paper,
i've never met anyone
to paint with words.
he said
the birds sing your praises
in the early morning sun,
the dew still heavy on blades of grass.
he said
i have never seen such beauty
grace my irises of green,
never known the word perfect
until i told him my name.
he said
you
are
my
universe.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 2:11 AM UTC
i am in a haze today. it is cloudy and beautiful outside. it is also pressing down on my chest and i struggle for air. i wore your shirt to bed last night and it helped steady my oxygen supply. i wish you were here to say my name and speak to me in my native tongue to remind who i am and where i've come from. i'm forgetting everything, slowly. recreating yourself is only good when you haven't done it five thousand times over. i just want to be me now. but how do i become me if there is no you? pick me up from the library and walk me to class. hold my hand and tell me that you will stay with me no matter how grey the sky is or how cold my fingers feel.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
she smiled in a jubilee of lights telling me we were going to be okay, like she was absolutely sure of it almost as much as she was sure of her own happiness. i wasn't sure of my own, but i knew she made me happy so i shined as well.
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 3:00 AM UTC