And just like that, dear,
I pulled the knives from my heart
And let the scars heal.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
There I stood in Your mercy,
A single star in an ocean of galaxies
and yet
I knew
I was loved.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 5:21 PM UTC
Do not cry, my dear. You see, men like him chase dimming stars, the most visible, blinking ones: flashing, burning, dying. Unstable.
But you are strong.
You are far too bright,
far too precious to be consumed.
Men like him are blinded by your light—fear it even. It pierces their void and makes them question.
So do not mimic the flashing.
Do not mimic the dying.
Do not waste your power—
your precious stardust—
on someone who does not value your light.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 1:50 PM UTC
My heart is a home
Not a vacation spot,
A beach house,
Or a day trip.
So don’t step through the threshold
unless you are willing to pay a lifetime of mortgage,
manage the creaking floors
And handle all of the broken little parts.
My door is closed to visitors.
My door is closed to thieves with their facades glowing in dim moonlight.
Understand.
My locks have been damaged,
curtains torn.
Please understand.
I am tired.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
You ring in my ears.
A blinding, deafening shriek
of perfect, kind words
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 9:33 PM UTC
Frozen shackles bind me
Come, seek, and find me.
Melt the chains which imprison
My inner being,
My everything
folded in these pages.
Shatter the cages
Where pieces of soul rest.
Fill the void in this chest
And free me.
Only when read,
Black and white words are bled
Scarlet.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 1:03 AM UTC
I used to hide from the night
because I believed it was alive.
A shift-shaper of my deepest fears.
I used to hide from the night
because (to me) darkness was just visual silence,
and I hated silence.
In silence, all I had was my mind.
In darkness, all I had was my mind.
I used to hide from the night.
Until I learned we were one.
I am mysterious, made of stars, powerful.
Like silence, I hold secrets, fear, ideas, potential.
I am the stars that pierce the darkness,
A roar of thunder that breaks the silence.
And I am not afraid.
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 1:48 AM UTC
Time: but an illusion.
I stand before the endless ticking,
counting broken moments
and call them "seconds"
but each one seems like the first.
Following the weak rhythm of heartbeat
until it is strong again,
until the pain fades,
till the sands of this illusion
bury you out of sight.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 12:30 AM UTC
You are like the waves:
strong and transparent,
yet I drown in the midst
of your mystery.
And still
you rescue me
every time.
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 8:01 PM UTC
I want to look at you
to prove to myself that it’s okay;
I won’t turn to stone.
To prove to myself
that even if these
open wounds burn,
I won’t bleed out.
To prove to myself
that the blur of color
at the edge of my sight
is not the world
bleeding into itself,
but only my eyes watering.
Funny isn’t it?
How one can be
the knife, the wound,
and the salt
all at once?
I just want to speak to you
not because you deserve my words
or the satisfaction,
but to tell you that after everything
(although "everything" was "nothing")
I’m glad it was you.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC