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
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
i would like to be able to pretend that the lines written over my skin are a sad poem of the love i had for you,
a reminder of the pain of heartbreak,
but in reality, they are just ugly reminder that i gave you all of me and you left.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 3:53 AM UTC
they asked me to write about you
and so i did
i wrote of how i fell
how very hard that was
but when it came to writing
of how little you cared
in comparison to the universe of love i had for you
i could not bring myself to move my fingers
across the keyboard
because how do you explain months of pain
and heartache
in a way that shows it completely
without feeling as though you are reliving it?
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 3:48 AM UTC
i think my biggest mistake was thinking you were the only thing that could make me happy
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 7:08 AM UTC