They say pictures paint a thousand words,
But I'd rather hear the ones drawn by your lips,
The ones lost in the movement of your hips.
As if the air your lungs exhale,
Was the only air mine knew how to inhale.
As if the melody of the sound waves your vocal chords send my way,
Were in perfect harmony with the sound of my heart beating...
... Broken and out of sync, like it's on the brink of collapse
And I know that pictures paint a thousand words but actions paint a million more
But the only action I seem to recall is my hand holding yours,
Pressed up against the wall, your lips pressed against mine,
Not drawing anything more but emotions, raw pure affection, pure movie magic, pictures in motion.
Pictures do paint a thousand words but you left me blind,
And now all I can do is hear the words one by one, haunting my every thought,
Leaving me a faint image, the memory of a picture painting no words at all.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC
Three words
Fear, love, anguish
All synonyms to my mind
Memories of how you vanish
How you banish my very thoughts
Distinguish yourself amongst my soul
The sound of your footsteps fading away
Like symphonies on repeat that beat
to the sound of my broken heart
Keeping it alive, just too barely
Yet enough to remember
That you were tough
And I was weak
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
If I had wings
And I could fly
I'd watch over you
Wherever I'd go
But what good ever
Could come out of this
When all I ever do
Is falling hard for you
Not that it would change much
You never needed me
Yet here I am still falling
Hoping that one day you might
No if I ever got wings
I would leave, fly far away
To the deep and dark oceans
Where falling would hurt much less
But then I would be sinking
Seeping deep into your lies
Your dark, beautiful eyes
Never to leave my thoughts
Drowning in your shadow
I would then realize
Flaws to my demise
Needing compromise
So if I grew wings
I'd cut them clean off
Fall down and cry
Never to fly
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 11:35 PM UTC
People think that to be alone,
you must feel lonely…
that to stare at a blank wall,
you must be depressed…
that to be listening to nothing,
you must be overwhelmed…
that in order to cry,
you must be sad…
I feel lonely, when people keep on bringing this up.
I feel depressed, when everyone thinks me weird about all this.
I feel overwhelmed, when the world asks me if I’m fine all the **** time
I feel sad… I feel sad to know that I can’t be understood, for being human…
When I need a break from the world,
it is not because I hate it.
It is so that I can keep on loving it,
without having to compromise myself.
Silence is not a disease,
and I am not infected.
It is a gift, a rare offering,
forgive me for enjoying it.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC