i find myself thinking a lot about death and what it means to be alive and i wonder if it is ever going to end but if the pain of my short existence is foreshadowing a larger void that i will be trapped in until i end, an inescapable spiral. although i do not have years on my side i know myself, i know my heart, and it leads me to question whether age really does mean wisdom; will i someday learn happiness?
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
you keep telling me to stop apologising for my own existence and that i shouldn’t be sorry for who i am but i can’t stop i can’t stop how can i believe you when every moment i am awake i feel like hiding, when my actions feel like grenades going off and nobody quite realising the damage until its too late, when i choke back the lump in my throat whenever i see my reflection or think of you how, how, how
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
i would have given you anything
been your anything
you were my everything
i was all yours
and now i'm just your ***** secret
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
someday you will ache
your heart will harden and shatter in your chest
and I hope like hell that the person that can hold you together
and warm your frozen bones
isn't 1000 miles away
kissing someone else's skin
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
and so I surrounded myself in bright colours, and tiny little flowers,
I started going to sleep at normal times and in the morning I would brush my hair,
I learned to smile,
but the truth is,
I still love the rain.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
my heart is battered
but it will not break
though I do not know
how much more of this I can take
I adore you
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
The pain I feel is something no one endures
Each passing second I do not know what to feel
One thing is for sure
With time, I shall reveal
Lovingly, I tell you
How will I say this?
My love is something that cannot push through
But when I am with you, I feel bliss
However, you break this heart every time
"Why do you do this?", I say
As sour as a lime
You will always play
Your love has gone bone dry
Yet when will the time come to say goodbye?
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
*It's 5:30 in the morning
and the very memory of You
lingers
as the most bittersweet of aftertastes.*
I'm quivering,
and this is what it feels like
to be brimming with poetry;
to have only just woken up,
in restlessness,
full
of
words.
And I'm writing about You,
because I spend every sleeping hour
searching for You in That world,
and by the stars I will find You.
I will always find you.
For when you disappeared
I lost a part of me that made me
more than whole;
You gave me happiness,
even as my vision grew bleak,
You have given me Love
in all its beauty
with each gentle caress
and long-missed embrace.
I confess;
I Love too deeply.
And You have given me
so much to cherish
that being in a world
without You in it
is unthinkable,
unbearable,
unfathomable;
Even emptier than before.
Your Love is bright as ever, even in the shadows~
You are beautiful.
And You will always be beautiful
even when your hair's white
and in a mess,
even when we're older and been through so much,
I will take one look at You
and let you know every single time
that I Love You
and that you really do mean a lot me.
My Love,
I miss you so;
I want you back in my arms.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
If no one ever told you that you breathe an invisible gas at all times and it is always surrounding you, then it would have absolutely no meaning.
You wouldn't appreciate the value of it until you're gasping for it and begging.
I remember the day you left. You walked out of the room and I watched as all the oxygen followed you until there was nothing left.
Some people never get to see what it looks like in a room with no air, gravity left and the pain was too much to bare.
Face turning blue, everything floating around the room, I wonder if I was more worried of getting my breath back or you turning around and coming back.
As I float off, ready for the inevitable, everything slams to the floor as you run threw the door! I inhale deeply and before I can exhale you say "sorry, I forgot my shoes!"
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
yours were the arms that held me together in the night,
and i was simply a spare blanket to keep you warm.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 3:56 AM UTC