We are the ones who are hard to understand
We'll be the last ones in the movie theatre
because the ending scene made us cry
We'll stop to smell the roses
because they deserve to be appreciated
We are the ones who will take the time
to learn what keeps you up at night
We are the ones who will imagine
an entire future of adventures
with the people who show us love
We are the ones who will love you more
than we love ourselves
We will give you our strongest parts
in hopes that we can make things better
We desire to see you become the best you
to make sure that you always feel our love
We crave affection and appreciation
We give a piece of ourselves away every day
sometimes to people who don't deserve it
Our love is easy to take advantage of
and sometimes we don't get back
the love that we give away
When we hurt, we crumble and fall apart
We constantly have to put ourselves back together
We are more fragile than we like to give off
We carry our emotions on our sleeves
Our flaws have the ability to consume us
We aren't afraid to give you the world
but we are afraid to feel unloved
We want you to see what we see
We want you to understand where we're coming from
We are good people with good intentions
We are stronger than we believe
Not everyone can feel the way we feel
We feel too much, too often
We are not hard to love
We are something not everyone knows how to love
But you need to remember that
your worth does not change just because
no one is there to appreciate you, to remind you
You are not any less lovable
You are the most lovable person in the world
You are a light that the world needs
Your kindness is not your weakness
You do not need to change for anyone's acceptance
You do not need to stop giving love
just because you don't get any back
Your heart is the best thing about you
And one day when you least expect it
someone will notice you from across the room
and know exactly how to love you
They will think all of these things are beautiful
They will deserve the love you can give
They will fill the empty space in your heart
But for now, don't stop feeling
We are the ones who feel everything so deeply
We are the ones who can't give up because
We are the ones who will teach the world
how to love
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC
docile tones and calm streaks,
fair blues and greyest greys.
she sits in line patiently
waiting for her time to shine.
she thinks of love and passion
a moment where someone says
“mine”
she floats endlessly
through infinite time while
millions of miles away
she burns so bright and
surrounded by billions of stars
and survives on heat and intensity.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 5:36 AM UTC
a bird stretches its wings
stretched so far, blue becomes
black and white becomes grey.
jagged feathers and
sharp talons cut into the earth
scarring what would have been.
the beat of its wings so
booming, even thunder
won’t come out and play.
it breathes ice
freezing the ground it feeds upon
and it’s captors.
death was never welcomed until now.
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 6:32 AM UTC
fingers graze the violet whisps as
the fire slowly burns out from above.
brilliance was thought to never be.
dreams could never be so perfect.
unlock the feeling of youth,
of the potential of the future.
calling out to the most inner self,
find it.
rays of gold unveil the truth
light becomes dark and yet
somehow,
hope prevails.
dark becomes light once more.
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 7:01 PM UTC
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.
Now read from bottom to top.
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 12:48 AM UTC
I find myself in this bright, dangerous light. It engulfs me and tears me apart.
It is not all black and white,
it’s more like a color chart.
Blues, reds, yellows, and greens
What have I ever done?
You say you’re sorry by all means
For each and every one.
It is time that I left
It is time that I go.
Now go rest-
No... no... NO.
Nevermind,
you’re always right.
How can I be so blind?
Let us
reunite.
Now a week later,
and the lights are back.
You’re a liar, a traitor.
Slap, hit, whack!
I hide myself away
I know what’s going on
You say that “I’ll pay”,
all you are is brawn.
10 years down the line,
I hope to be happy and calm.
I hope to be drinking a nice glass of wine,
and no longer seeing your palm.
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 12:41 AM UTC
i wrote you
a letter every day
letters to tell you
just how i feel
written in neat, curved
writing i told you
just how sweet
i thought you were
how you made my heart
glow
letters in which i wrote
with various colors of ink
pouring out my whole being
to you
i wrote you
a letter every day.
i wrote you letters in which
i told you how you made me
bloom.
eventually
i found myself
pressing harder on
the paper
than i had before.
creating tears in them
similar in shape
and size
as the ones
inside of me.
i began to send
letters
with creases
and bumps
and stains
splattered with tears
pouring
from my eyes
as i wrote
the anger
bubbling within me.
my last letter
addressed to you
contained
no words
but was blank.
because
i had none that
could reach
as far
and deep
into the cracks
of my
heart
to describe
just
what you
had left
of me.
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 1:43 AM UTC
my ankle was dried out from
the blazing summer sun
from the time at the beach with you.
it was the best day
but it turned so dark
so ******* quick
we were sat in my car
the windows down, breeze
flowing through the air
and i handed you a dollar
to pay for my coffee
but you declined my offer.
so i put it in your shirt pocket
and you made a joke about strippers
and i made a joke about strippers
except
you didn’t find my joke funny
you never did
your face turned as hot and red
as the sunburn on my ankle
that now felt itchy
you questioned me
interrogated me
for something i did before i knew you
and you left me by myself
threw the dollar at me
and walked away as my tears start to fall
they don’t affect you though
they never really did
so i run out of the car
but you’re already buckled into yours
and slowly pulling away
telling me out the window
“don’t talk to me right now. you disgust me”
i have never felt so hollow in my life
like i could fall over and
shatter into a million pieces
i walk inside my house.
“how was your day sweetie?”
i respond how i always do
“it was amazing. i’ll tell you later.”
my ankle is itchy
i sit on my bed
and i scratch
and scratch
and scratch.
it hurts more than it itches now
but i continue to scratch.
my nail finds a permanent groove
it continues to scratch.
it hurts now. it’s bleeding.
but i am telling myself
that i deserve this for what i’ve done.
i am disgusting. how could i have done that. i’m a horrible girlfriend.
i look down and see red
it’s all over my fingers
underneath my nails.
i feel
accomplished.
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 1:33 AM UTC