Will you still love me on my darkest days?
Will you still show me you care?
Will you still remember the taste of my skin
And the way that I play with your hair?
Will you remember the times that we had,
And will you remember the songs,
That played on the records as you loved me then?
I haven't seen you in too long
Will you wait up for me when it is late?
And tell me you love me forever,
Will you come back to me when its done
Because I will. I love you. Forever.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 4:28 PM UTC
I've started keeping my poetry to myself
written in a leather journal
that feels smooth and safe under my fingers
in ink most often black
but sometimes paper cut too deep red
and sometimes the color of tears
which is to say invisible but crinkled
the horizontal guidelines smudging their colors.
And these poems I write privately
are not my best work
but I love them all the more
than anything I've published.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
*you inhale as I exhale,
opposites defined by the
sharp black powerlines that
scream across the sky*
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 5:04 AM UTC
you're like a germ,
twisting my insides
into outsides, ruining
this facade of happiness
you're like a thorn,
in my side, painful and
ever present, constant
prickles and discomfort
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC
*as if you know anything there is to know about me
nothing you say can prove you know
'grow up' no SHUT UP
really should stop crying
yesterday's tears trace patterns down your cheeks
turn the other way, don't watch me cry
even that patronising tone in your voice makes me tremble
and the way you stare at me with your accusing hazel eyes
rumour has it you're so far gone but still you're just angry tears and*
silence
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC
i remember looking
into your eyes
every night,
before i close mine;
like how i remember
the glow-in-the-dark stickers
when i was a child
back in my old room:
it was a mesmerizing
stargaze
that i
fell in love with,
that made me feel so
nostalgic
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 7:08 AM UTC
i wonder how the air tastes
when you're free
i wonder if it tastes sweet
like honey
or heavy like this feeling in my heart
that's catching in the back of my throat
and pricking behind my eyes
tears feel imminent but at the same time
everything aches and I just
feel
hollow
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 6:42 AM UTC
smoke catching the back of your throat
me with my tea and you with your coat
a sleepy town in a valley of clouds
up here, you can hear every sound
blissful happiness
contented-ness
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 10:08 AM UTC