i used to think
that words
are the easiest to deliver
i could say i love you
without even knowing why
i could say the truth
without even thinking if it really is
now all of it is as difficult
as I was to believe in fairy tale
now all i could think about
is how will i ever say those words
without affecting the world
without hurting someone
without doubting myself
I remained silent
and those words i wanted to say
left unspoken- shallow
i used to think
that words
are the easiest to deliver
now they're far beyond my reach
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
I'm not in love with you.
I never was.
I was in love with the ghost
Of who you were in the beginning
I was in love with the idea
Of what we could have had
I was in love with the thought
Of who I wanted you to become
But now
I'm not
I'm in love with the fact that
I'll never be in love with you
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
When we were good
We were wonderful
When we were ok
We were invincible
But when we were broken
We were shattered..
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
do me a favor and be sure to tell her that i was the first person who took your breath away and the only one who reminded you how to breathe also might as well tell her that you still love me and you keep my heart in your jacket pocket near your cigarettes because you still aren't sure which one you you're addicted to.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
I grew up and still live in the "Blackest state in America".
I live simply two counties shy of the "Blackest county in America".
I did not see color until just recently, and I'll tell you why.
If a white cisgendered person opens up their Tumblr, Tumblr will tell them "goodbye".
If you go to Button Poetry and watch any African American's poem, they will tell you that the white person is dangerous.
Stay away from us.
These words.. they sadden me..
I did not see color until recently.
My best friend is a lesbian, I've dated a black man.
But no, all white people are the same, stay away from as many as you can!
I've asked my friend, Lexie, (her mom is black, her dad is white)
I've asked her what her opinion was on this fight.
Her eyes swelled with tears, she simply can't understand
Why some choose to like or dislike people for whether they are light or dark skinned.
And this is why Pocahontas is my favorite Disney princess.
She teaches everyone can love anyone, race and color are pointless.
I have asked the grinning bobcat why he grins.
It's because I have learned to paint with all the colors of the wind.
Maybe it's your turn to learn to do it, too.
And that's the only way you can find this war to end, I promise you.
I did not see color until just recently.
And now I wish I could go back and learn how to unsee
all the crap that this newfound vision has caused me.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
He is a hurricane in my throat. A burning in my chest. A sickness in my stomach.
You are the lozenge that soothes my torn up throat, the aloe vera for my singed heart, the calm my nervous belly.
You are cool waves that sway me back to safety after his harsh waves of words have carried me so far out.
You teach me how to sing again without being afraid of my own voice.
You do this by showing me that you are afraid of your own as well,
but you still sing above everyone else.
And for that, I love you.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC
You gave me butterflies
But not the gentle, colorful kind
Not the kind I captured in jars
As a child
You gave me butterflies
But they had dangerous wings
Made of shards of glass
And broken promises
You gave me butterflies
That sliced through my stomach
Leaving hundreds of tiny gashes
You gave me butterflies
Which I never thought would be so painful.
B.S.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
I'm not
In
Love
With you
I'm in love
With who
I
Thought you were
B.S.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
I miss you.
Not this you.
The You I first met.
The You I understood.
Not this you.
I miss you.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 3:23 AM UTC