She sees the ocean
In your beady eyes,
And she wonders
What you see in her.
She wonders if you know
How deep the sadness goes,
And how she carries it
Just beneath her skin.
She fears you'll walk away
When she leaves you with nothing,
But the bitterness and broken
Shattered pieces of her soul.
She is trying so hard to hold tight,
Just to keep herself sane and whole.
But then the time came
When you started,
Seeing all the things
She sees in herself.
And that was the most
Terrible thing for her,
Because she was aware
That you won't s t a y.
And she was right.
You l e f t her.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 10:03 PM UTC
Every time I hear your voice,
The sky always voluntarily opens,
For it is raining different musical notes,
All over the vast universe,
Causing it to give birth,
To beautiful butterflies on my stomach,
And the moonlight complimented your every note,
Every inch of you.
Every time I hear your voice,
I entirely freeze,
Because there's lightness in your words,
As I place them into my heart,
And every day that you show me,
Another page in your journal,
I can’t help but fall for you,
Line by line.
Every time I hear your voice,
All the beautiful thoughts,
You also pin them to my heart,
Especially when you say my name,
That even in the rush of darkness,
You are still on my mind,
And sometimes I record your voice,
So that I could visit your words,
And dream all over again.
I fall apart and melt,
At the every syllable you speak—
And your voice is very enigmatic,
I contemplated,
Whether I was asleep.
But it is so real.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
Last night,
She held the ocean's hand,
It was his warm hand,
So soft, giving and inviting,
Nothing like the mysterious depths
That she understands,
His tide was laced in her veins,
In every emotions and nerves,
For with his exhalation,
She was taken elsewhere,
And she wasn't frigthened
Of what lies beneath,
Because he has seen her face,
Even the mask she tried to hide.
Last night,
She cried and he kissed her lips,
Even if she was hundred percent water,
He drank her before she drowned,
In the warmest depths of her soul.
Last night,
He was the ocean,
That's meant to be crossed,
She understood that it is a palace of life,
That can save her from her own fate,
The waves were created inside his mind,
Guiding her effortlessly,
Out into the everlasting blue,
And she has reached her safest shore.
Finally,
They were the waves of the ocean,
Going back and forth,
Crashing into one another,
Drifting ever closer.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC
And tonight we sit on a rooftop,
Sharing each other's beautiful soul,
Understanding the undivided silence,
As we fill the gaps with small laughter,
And I will watch your silhouette,
Slowly devour the moonlight,
While you tell me stories of places,
We have never been,
And I will watch your mouth,
Form words as you explain,
The universe to me.
You make me smile in a garden,
So you could watch all the flowers bloom,
I want to hold you tight,
And create our own gravity,
Darling, you are just so made for me.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC
The sun is rising so high and if she could,
She would plant sunflower seeds,
On every inch of her body,
So that one day,
She would become so beautiful,
Standing still with her strong petals,
Her face drinking in sunshine,
Through its rays of light,
Giving hope to everyone,
Especially with the way her eyes
Says hello when she smiles,
Completely clothed with passion and strength,
Laughing without fearing,
About what tomorrow may bring.
She also knows that one day,
Her stems will become soggy,
With fading leaves and falling seeds,
But the sun will silently tell her:
"Hold you down there my dear sunflower,
Please breathe because if that day comes,
You could be a dead flower for a bookmark,
For you can slowly glance up from the page,
And could still bring hope like you always do."
jatmxx
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 10:06 AM UTC
His heart belongs
to the sad-eyed girl
who knows her worth
but never asks for it,
who knows that sun will fall
no matter where she is;
the one whose music is only fit
for slow dancing,
the one who will hold him
like her favorite book
and never let go.
(j.a.t.m.)
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 8:35 PM UTC
Your mind is a tunnel
that never ends
and I need to slip inside it
immerse myself for a while
for I may never know
what I might find there
but one thing I know for sure
one thing I already found out is..
about you being a writer
a poet
who has written on me
who has written a part of my life
and darling,
you have done it..
so beautifully.
(j.a.t.m.)
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 7:35 AM UTC
Let her be your reflection,
Your shadow,
Your favorite flower,
Your gentle light;
Lead her further into you,
To the mystery of you.
She wants to be lost in you
In the symphonies
Of your sunrises and sunsets,
She needs to be everything else,
Like how the wind presses against you;
Just let her be a part of you.
(j.a.t.m.)
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 7:28 AM UTC
He is written on her bones
his love flows through every single of her veins
and every night she's been crying
thinking of the dream she had
of him trying to make sense of everything
and she doesn't know what's been going on now
for it's getting harder and harder
with the silence
with them together
without being together.
She's sure he is not okay
and neither she is
for there is sadness in the air
they are both breathing
from far away.
(j.a.t.m.)
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 7:25 AM UTC
Before she met you
her world was a complete
black and white.
But you spoke in colors
in waves like spilled ink
and showed her the in between-
the gray of life.
She can't seem to wash you off
for you flaunted her that there were even more
that there are reds, oranges, and greens;
lighter and warmer colors.
Love, peace, happiness, and life.
But then you left her and
she learned even more
you taught her of
blues, yellows, and purples;
colder, gloomier, and darker colors.
Sadness, broken heart, and anxiety.
You have lost track of a girl
with sunflower-shaped dreams
and you left her having no idea
that you were her favorite color
yet she's grateful
of how much you taught her
about the colors of this world.
(j.a.t.m.)
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 7:21 AM UTC