isabella-herrera
American
hey there / / i'm isa and i'm 14 years old. / / i'm in love with art, gore, writing, horror, music, movies, anime, and i study psychology cx / / not sure if you can message people or communicate in any way on here but if you wanna talk: / tumblr: kawaiiballs.tumblr.com / insta acc: @kawaiiballs / facebook: isabella herrera / ask.fm: @isafabo / / tell me about yourselves!!
as the ocean, you breathe,
as the clouds darken, your sadness awakens,
into the graveyard you sleep.
-i.h
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 7:52 PM UTC
you were hazardous, they warned me
but I loved you more than the ocean loved the sea
so we loved
and loved
'til I had nothing to bleed
and after we loved
you loaded your gun,
only to point it at me.
-i.h
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 7:52 PM UTC
the ocean consumes your corpse,
elk and raven sing as you die
a sweet melody as you
leave with a tide.
-i.h
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 7:52 PM UTC
your heart, an art gallery,
i’d like to study, i’d like to draw,
paintings for you to display in
your heart, an art gallery.
-i.h
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
You’re in the constellations I see as I gaze into the night,
you’re in the ocean, I watch as you leave with the tides,
I see you when things become unbearable, you visit in my sleep,
when I can’t take another moment of this pain, I see you when I bleed.
-i.h
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
Every single lonely day
I spend in the unbearable silence
of your isolation
and every heartbreaking night
I wither in the ghost of your arms
wrapped around me
-i.h
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
His love is an ocean
and I am drowning.
Every second his heart beats
is another tidal wave, bringing me under
and as I sink, I think of all the things
I am terrified of believing in,
such as love.
The deeper I sink, the louder my depression sings
the feeling I thought I had forgotten returns.
I begin to take comfort in my suffering,
and as I sink into my sorrow, I hear your voice
and know that I am loved,
and for once,
I stop trying to swim.
-i.h
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
My throat tied to the ceiling, screaming your name
I refuse your isolation, but still indulge in its pain,
I’ll never look at the color green without seeing your eyes
how my sorrow befriends me as I think of you each night.
You must be happy, for you were the one who left,
I wonder what it’s like to hear the words you never said.
-i.h
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC