You’re a work in progress
And I don’t know if I have the time
To raise a boy
When what I need is a man
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 11:44 PM UTC
Strip your soul naked
Show me your biggest fears
Tell me your burried dreams
The last time you shed a tear
The lies you told your parents
Things that make you feel small
Do you believe in god?
Are you willing to climb my walls?
I guess you should know this
I fear abandonment above all
I long for your devotion
Its either all or nothing at all
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 8:02 AM UTC
There you were, standing amongst a sea of people. I could swear this was a scene from a cliche romcom, where the main characters meet for the first time and just, knew.
My head kept replaying the same words. “So this is why it all had to happen”. On
and on and on, like a broken record.
And then our eyes locked; we both felt it.
How surreal and whimsical, but we felt it.
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC
maybe if I let enough people touch me, I would stop feeling your hands on me.
Maybe all I’m doing is trying to cover up your fingerprints on my skin.
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 11:10 AM UTC
Believe me, there is nothing beautiful about feeling this way. Poetry is just a bunch of pretty words used to romanticize things that caused you pain. Poetry fabricates sadness in its perpetual arrangement of letters in a poignant manner. The second you pen it down you obliquely ridicule your ache into something small, only to be relatable and 'beautifully written'.
Poetry is a lie.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
Fingertips of memories are stroking the back of my head. Night after night, it keeps pulling me back to you.
You see, wounds will heal but you're a scar; permanently engraved on me. I can never fully cut you off unless I cut a part of myself, too.
I guess that's the hardest truth to accept once you lose someone. The moment they leave, a part of you dies too. And I'm always confused who my heart grieves for, losing you or losing myself.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC
"What do you think about the loss of innocence?"
"Well, its bound to happen" i answered.
If only i knew that your question was meant as a subtle invitation.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 1:10 PM UTC
Maybe by the time it was right for us to meet I'd be too damaged beyond repair
Too unrecognizable for you
Maybe instead of saying "hello, ive been waiting all my life for you", you'll be saying "what the hell happened to you?"
A lot of ***** baby. I hope you'd accept me either way. I'm sorry for not taking extra care of myself.
Come sooner, please come sooner
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 2:55 AM UTC
I got so addicted to it
That i was willing to settle
for anything and anyone
Who felt as good as you
But none will do
--you ****** me up
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
How can something that made me feel so safe and secure be the very thing that destroyed me in the end? How is it possible that you gave me comfort but also fueled my urge to self destruct?
Your hands felt like home, and now that you're gone I guess I'm homeless. I hop from places to places (people to people), hoping that somehow one of these places would feel as cozy as you did. But all I do is compare them to you.
When will this end? I'm tired and I can no longer pretend.
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 6:21 AM UTC