It's funny how
when we are young
we believe we can do anything.
Our youth has lied to us,
making us think
that we will last forever.
One day we wake up
and realize
that the bed we lie in
has become our new grave.
We thought we had
so many days,
so much time to waste,
and then one day we find
that time has drifted away
like the air between our fingers.
Oct 23, 2022
Oct 23, 2022 at 12:11 PM UTC
There's a certain sense of knowing
in the way you look at me,
a sense of trust, of understanding,
unlike any seen before.
You threw all of your doubts and fears
into the ocean,
watching them drift away,
further and further out,
never to be seen again.
I grabbed your hand and stepped forward
into the unknown,
you were like a radiating sunbeam
that refused to dim.
Yet at the same time,
you burned a hole right through my chest cavity,
exposing all the darkest places which were hidden away,
the rooms that I had locked
and swallowed the keys to.
I let your fingers work as you
mended the broken pieces and
tossed away all the clutter of the past,
gathering dust in the corner,
yet taking up so much space.
After you were finished
you looked at me again
with a gaze that had not changed from before
and I knew that you were to be mine
forever.
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 3:49 PM UTC
I'm never enough in my own head,
could you please tell me that I matter instead?
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 2:00 PM UTC
There is a certain state of desperation You have kept me in,
it draws me back to You every time I misplace my footing.
You whisper to me to lift my weary head
out of the chasm
and stare into Your light.
I inhale a breath and contemplate the voice that beckons me,
it is so different from the others,
the ones that tear at the seams of my mending heart
and force the wound open again,
crimson with the bleeding, festering.
I cry out to You as the light begins to fade once more,
pleading for the gauze that will numb the pain I have willingly brought myself back into again.
You are my surgeon,
stitch me back together.
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
The cool air
ushers in
the first instances
of the approaching
season.
And yet
I only shudder
at the thought
of you.
As I walk
amongst
the leaves
a gust of wind,
intuition,
brings the stain
of your memory
to my mind.
Perhaps
it was just
your ghost
I felt
move through me
like electricity
only to exit
as quickly
as you first
appeared.
And yet
it still
remained
a painful
reminder
of the way
in which
you broke
me.
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 6:02 PM UTC
Every time I held you was like holding broken glass;
you just never saw the way I was bleeding.
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
I have always felt lost in this life,
but I felt a little less lost with you.
I held your hand in mine like a compass,
you were my true north.
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 10:06 PM UTC
This black hole
swallows me,
ripping apart
the last fragments of light.
I wonder when
I will collapse
like a dying star
and fade away
into oblivion.
If you could see me now,
in this current state of being,
would your feelings for me change?
Would you welcome me back
into your arms
and be willing
to start again?
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 11:07 AM UTC
If a writer falls in love with you,
bear this in mind:
they will find libraries in your smile,
and endless pages within the color of your eyes.
They will spend sleepless nights
searching for better synonyms and metaphors
with which to describe you.
They will carefully choose their words,
turn you into beautiful art,
and write of how the heart
that beats inside your chest
synchronizes perfectly with their own.
Whether you know it or not,
you will be running marathons in their mind,
you will build a house inside their thoughts to live in,
and you will drive poetry out of them
with one minuscule glance.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 6:56 PM UTC
When you broke my heart,
all of the pieces fell upon paper,
forming crooked lines and
I called it poetry.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 6:55 PM UTC