It's hidden in the depths of a person,
breaching the surface unpredictably,
it doesn't cease, it ebbs and flows,
a back and forth motion that nauseates,
the intermittent overflowing of tear ducts.
Grief is a pain held onto for eternity,
old and gray, sitting just behind your eyes,
a finger on the trigger of a loaded gun,
a roulette no one consented to play.
Grasping a comfort that's no longer there,
the world moves on, but you do not.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 8:56 AM UTC
For the first time in a long time
I love the winter.
The way they sparkle,
not the snowflakes, but your eyes,
makes me fall in love all over again.
Your footprints next to mine
makes the silent chill less lonely,
your hand clasped in mine
makes the world less frozen.
Putting my hands in your pockets
just so I can hold them uninterrupted
by the thick gloves that adorn them,
and walking inside afterwards to
a warm embrace that melts my heart.
When the crunch of the snow underfoot
isn't the only sound able to be heard,
there's laughter that bubbles
in your chest and out of your lips too.
Bouncing on the soles of your feet,
the sheer joy that precedes you,
how can I hold disdain
for any of your happiness?
The cold is incomparable
to the warmth that blossoms
inside my chest in the
mid of this winter.
If it kept on snowing forever,
I think I wouldn't mind if
I got to pull you closer-
if I was with you.
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 9:32 AM UTC
it’s strange;
whenever I think of you
(which is often, I must admit)
I can’t help but smile to myself
just a little bit.
Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 11:06 AM UTC