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jordanawrites
jordanawrites
*shrug*
how do you **** love? how do you slice clean its hopeful flesh drain pounding tenderness from its vulnerable throat watch the warmth fade from its eyes and carry on as if it never was? how do you **** love when it has become part of you? how do I **** the part of myself which lives for you? how did you **** the love where I was of you how did you
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Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 10:34 PM UTC
how do you **** love?
everywhere I go I always haunt me to each place I carry my torment in tow and though I try a desperate change of scenery the stain of my shame is always sure to follow
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Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 10:27 PM UTC
I always haunt me
her eyes are the universe and her smile is heaven if I could wrap myself in her laugh i would
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Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 5:44 PM UTC
angel on earth
i just feel like all i am is fragments mismatched pieces to a puzzle I didn't design vapor fears and jagged, painful habits an ephemeral form with limits undefined
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Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 5:41 PM UTC
a disregulated sense of self
loveless child am i isolated soul among the heavy cold shard amid embers i am island surrounded by suns. i wish to be held and comforted, loved and known but rather i am alone in the noise and clutter and dishonesty of it all
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Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 5:40 PM UTC
when a retail job was slowly eating my soul away
I am so happy to come to your love again. With hollowed heart I sought your grace In vague friendships and lusterless affairs, Each time left with the tender image of your face To fill my listless, late-night stares. It is you, It is always you-- Any other is a fruitless attempt To mimic your essential magic And our irreplaceable, shared content. No one is you. We start anew, but nonetheless-- Again.
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Jun 25, 2021
Jun 25, 2021 at 7:48 PM UTC
Again
It’s not your job to fulfill my hopes But how do I stop myself from wanting you to? How do I look at you, So precious and divine, And keep myself from wanting to Enact my mind's design? Wanting your skin on my skin, Your lips on mine, Your laugh on my laugh, Adorations intertwined? I’ve spent far longer Than I care to admit, Pining and wishing For a moment kismet In which your eyes glow With soft and tender curiosity, When you reach for my touch And make real my fantasy. I pray that with time This torment will dissolve, And give way to peace Unto desire absolved. Now, I stave off optimism That my love will be returned And hope I will not sorrow As deeply as I have yearned.
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Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 2:44 PM UTC
My Mind's Design
i will never get over you remembering you is a painful bloom it expands ferociously in my chest faded recollections of your laughter and sunshine on our skin i think of her touching you now and i wilt
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Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 12:56 AM UTC
i will never get over you
What a tragic gift it is to be alive on this fresh and painful day. To bear the weight of consciousness is to carry a despair Which may only be distracted from or shared I am one who bears this burden just as most must Yet something in me hearkens still to my God's distant trust
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Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 12:28 PM UTC
What a tragic gift it is to be alive on this fresh and painful day.
becoming close to another is my slow death every touch is a sip of poison's foul breath baring my heart is an unbearable pain which only by distance does its excruciation wane
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Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 2:29 PM UTC
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