*It was not me, who put you into the dark
It was not me, who put too much hate upon himself
It was not me, who made you so imperfect
Who choose this life for us?
It was you,
I am only a shadow in every decision.
The weak link, the forgotten will
of one’s owned heart, truly remains in the corner…*
.
.
.
Simply the ghost, who whispers in total silence.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
the butterflies bubble, dawdle, build up
homes underneath the skin, as she looks at him
as he looks at him
as she looks at her
as they look to each other
cocooning between blood vessels and pulses
their wings spread as intoxication, renovation
hands reach up
for him
for her
and stars are plucked and presented
they are the stars that first looked around the space
and came to rest, upon the ignorant, beautiful breast
of him, of her
from his eyes
from her eyes
and they glitter, and flutter
the chemical pours through the muscles and the butterfly
blooms, takes wing at hill-start, straight to heart
physical
spiritual
infinitely wonderful
for him, for her, for them, and for forever
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC
I can't help you if you don't want to help yourself.
No matter how many times I wipe your tears away
Or tell you how beautiful you are.
You have to want to hear it and stop crying.
No matter how much I try make you smile
Or hug you close.
You have to want to smile and embrace me back.
No matter how much I wish I could save you.
The only person that can do that is you...
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
Its so much easier to push someone away, than to let yourself become vulnerable.
To give them the power to hurt you.
Showing your true feelings is relinquishing all your power.
You're trusting them not to take advantage of your weaknesses.
And that, is an absolutely ridiculous notion.
Once weakness is spoted, it is used and abused, untill you are just a quivering mess lying on the floor, wondering how you ever let yourself get into such a situation.
I will not be:
Vulnerable
Powerless
Weak
I am strong, because people don't know the real me, and that's how its going to stay.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC
The simple fact is that, it doesn't take much to make someone else happy.
A simple act if kindness like :
A tight hug
A compliment
A letter
A genuine smile
All these things take hardly any time.
And they could make somebody's:
Day
Week
Month
It could save them.
Spare a second for someone,and maybe they will do the same.
Be a nice person.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC
The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.
It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.
When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.
When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.
Now that is the definition of ****
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
There are no goodbyes.
Just a long exhalation, then a sigh.
A sigh of peace, a sigh of grief.
A sigh of guilty relief.
Relief that you let go.
Relief that you went gently into the night.
Selfish is death as it steals your breath,
and takes ours away in grief.
But memory is kind it rose colours our mind,
and allows us to be left behind.
You'll always be our best memory
You'll always be at your best
You'll always be at rest,
and we left behind will always be bereft.
But there are no "good"byes
Just tears to cry
A life to dignify
And the question Why?
I never said goodbye dad, always "see you later".
Goodbye is too final, and love never dies.
There isn't a full stop, and the clocks still tick then tock.
While we children still breathe, half of you never leaves.
Good or bad, perfect or flawed, you are always our dad.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
To the one I love
Whom I've never met
Who one day
Will never leave my side
To the one I will cherish
With every laugh
Every smile
Every heartbeat.
I will wait for you
As the days go by
No matter how long it takes.
I will not rush
I'll take my time
And live my life
By my design.
I'll search for you
But will not toil
There's much to be done
Before that day
I will not fear
For you will come
No matter how long it takes.
Until that day
I'll wait for you
For we have nothing but time
We have nothing but time.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC