I feel as though I’m floating;
like I’m just going through the motions,
waiting for it to come to an end.
How do you grab hold of something
you can’t see?
Where is my lifeline?
How can I stay when all I want to do
is drift away?
Disappear into the nothingness
consuming me?
Someone tether me to the ground,
I’m ready to give up
and float up into the black abyss
that is my mind.
Teach me how to say goodbye.
Teach me how to let go.
Teach me how to be at peace with myself instead of in pieces.
I don’t know how much longer I can go on like this;
Shattered.
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 8:28 PM UTC
I’ve wanted pretty, soft, hands for as long as I can remember;
thin fingers,
long nails.
The kind that pair well with coffee mugs and bookstores.
The kind you don’t hesitate to kiss;
but mine are riddled with anxiety.
There are scars on my knuckles from walls that didn’t deserve my anger
and I can’t seem to stop biting at my fingernails.
I will never be the pretty girl with soft hands and thin fingers.
I am the strong girl
who scales mountainsides
and presses my hips into the walls I once used to punish myself.
My hands haven’t been the same since I covered them in chalk and started gripping onto what has become a lifeline for me.
So,
no,
I will never be the pretty girl with soft hands and thin fingers.
I will be the strong one.
Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 9:37 PM UTC
If I’m being honest,
I haven’t felt beautiful in a really long time;
but there are moments when the light catches my eyes and I can’t help but admire them.
I hold onto those moments so that whenever I feel broken
or beaten down
or can’t find anything kind to say about myself
I can remember that there was a time when I did feel beautiful, even if it was just for a fleeting moment.
A little piece of hope that maybe I can feel that way again.
Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 9:35 PM UTC
Give me your sunsets
my love
and I will paint every one of them.
Bring me your faith
and I will m o v e
t /\
/\ n a. / \
/ \ u i / \
/ \ o n \
/ m s \
for you.
Share with me your darkness;
and I will leave the lights on.
Tell me about your dreams
and I will grant your every wish.
Bring me your sorrow,
your pain,
and I will hold your hand through it.
Share with me your forever,
and I will promise to love you
even
longer.
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 1:56 AM UTC
Yellow wasn’t always my favourite colour, but I once read that Vangogh swallowed yellow paint in an effort to know happiness;
so I chose to be that for people.
You could chew me up and spit me back out and I’d still shine for you.
But when the skies are overcast,
and the clouds weep;
and you hear the thunder roll in,
I’ll be the yellow paint you swallow.
Only this time, the happiness stays,
and you don’t have to cut your ear off
in order to win my heart.
I may be my own yellow now, but I’ll be the colour of sunshine for you too.
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 3:36 PM UTC
Whatever color Penelope's dress is
today--
Life is just as absurd as high fashion.
She rises, she rises, she rises up your spine
Like a spider
Because we like what we like for good reasons
But we all know that's empty
Well, not really empty but it's just what you are,
So there is that, whatever that is.
So it gives you this suspenseful feeling, you know,
Almost like a spider creeping.
Because we know it's empty.
Or, whatever.
Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 11:41 AM UTC
they say that times changes you
i guess that's true
because now i don't really recognize you.
is it me or you that's hiding
behind the wall that's dividing between us.
i can't seem to tell.
it's weird because i used to know you so well
guess time changed you...
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 9:50 PM UTC
You have become too inconsistent
for me to make a home
in your arms,
**** you
for making me feel like
I’m not enough for you.
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 11:06 PM UTC
Too much has been happening
It’s just one thing after another
But there’s always tomorrow,
yeah.
I can try again tomorrow.
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 12:43 AM UTC