My bubble will pop,
It hurts.
It’s okay for now, made of steel.
The more you shake it
The more I doubt it’s durability
Rose coloured glasses,
They said
I’m fragile,
They said.
I am.
If you drop a plate, it chips.
When it finally cracks,
You put gold in the crevasses,
Say that it makes it more beautiful.
Load of ********
I said.
Rose coloured glasses,
They said
You’ve changed,
They said
You’re stronger now,
They said.
Life,
It shakes my bubble
So hard sometimes, it makes me fear earthquakes less.
See, I need my glasses to see.
Rose,
Blu-ish…
Did you know green’s my favourite colour?
Green coloured glasses.
The grass is always greener in someone else’s yard.
Seems everyone’s bubble has popped
They’re waiting for mine to drop.
Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 8:38 PM UTC
Water.
Drink
Drink
Drink
I look at you while you look away
Coffee.
My fingers tap the counter nervously
Drip
Drip
Drip
I listen to you complain like life never smiles your way
Gin.
Spin
S p i n
S p i n
Saliva
You kiss me like i’m you’re water.
Then we’re back to being alone with one another.
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 6:13 PM UTC
« Why do you do this to yourself babe? » he wipes the tear as I’m focused on the movie.
« I just love to feel »
I love having my heart tear open by star crossed lovers or cuddling you cause I couldn’t look away when the scary ghost jumped on the screen.
I love to feel, even if they’re not happy feelings. I’m sensitive and I feel. Most of my life i’ve said that I feel too much but I’ve realized that its a blessing really to be able to get torn apart by something so beautiful than my own feelings.
It’s breathtaking really to be able to look in your eyes and have your feelings fill my stomach like I could melt and completely take your form.
It hurts most of the time, oh god those it hurt. I wish I could take them away from you because I know how to feel them.
Sometimes all I can see is your eyes turning just that much blacker and I know that tonight isn’t gonna feel any better.
I wish I could give you mine too and truly yeah, sometimes you get bits of the green in my eyes too.
I hope you see it, I hope you take it and you store it for when i’m sleeping and you don’t know how to breathe.
It’s a blessing and a curse really to love you like I do.
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 6:11 PM UTC
The ghosts in my head
The ghosts in my room
Ever since I was fifteen
Thank god no one knew
I spin round and round and round
I’m happy til they break through
Laughing about it
What else is there to do
Movies
Songs
Stories
My own mind is my ennemis
The ghosts in my head
The ghosts in my room
Ever since I was fifteen
Thank god no one knew
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 6:06 PM UTC
So Imma write when i’m wrong
Girl, I can see you **** it up
Sitting here trying to patch it up
Without you I ain’t **** but no pressure.
My mistakes feel like a fracture in my bones.
I do all this work only to watch it fall apart.
Haven't I already shown,
What it's like to love someone so much you treat their heart like it was your own?
You’ll find me writing me i’m wrong.
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
And we’re on the phone like this, 00:44 am.
I’m on the balcony so my roommates don’t hear
I’m freezing a little bit cause i’m in my *******
I don’t have my glasses so the city lights are kinda fuzzy and man, does that one star reminds me of your eyes.
We talk and we talk about our day
How I’m starting art school soon and we’re gonna be together forever.
You hate your school and the job is going great.
We’re gonna have a puppy and name him Wilbert.
« I miss you little dove..
-Missing you too baby »
This feels too much like a cliché but **** I get it.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 12:57 AM UTC
“Dance with me”
To represent the time in my life were everything felt like weight instead of moments that I had to cary across the world. Just to feel worth it.
“Kiss me” Love me like only you can.
**** me” like we’re never gonna kiss each other again. I want the best I’ve ever had.
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
Life was never nice to her.
It wasn't fair, it wasn't good
but it was life and she accepted it. Even if she could she wouldn't change a thing.
She wore a thick pale armour, skin that for a long time didn't feel like her own.
Her feelings were ironed stamped on her heart so deep that sometimes she fell apart.
She got use to feeling like she was drowning in tears while her cheeks were dry.
Her hair flowed with the wind and she smiled and smiled and smiled again to convince herself that one day her scars would stop ripping appart.
Her skin, now her favorite part, held dots, dots that didn't mean anything except to her.
She told herself that everytime she laughed or cried a new freckle would appear... "One day they'll hide me whole, one day emotions will be temporary and I'll be free."
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
