They say to treat my body like a temple,
But I don't believe in a God.
There are cracks in the spaces
where love should be,
and weeds in the place
of flowers.
The glue holding the bandages in place
have worn off,
and the stitches
have torn.
I've learnt through
Tough times,
surrounded by an ocean
of my own tears,
that light
shines even in a cemetary,
and that's what I am -
Half sunshine,
half grave,
the embodiment of
Persephone.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 2:03 PM UTC
Thought I knew your heart like
the back of my hand,
Turns out I never really
knew my self that well.
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC
If I were over it,
My heart wouldn't hurt anymore.
If I were over it,
I wouldn't be scrolling through years and years worth of content
just so I could see my name on your timeline.
If i were over it,
my breath wouldn't get caught in my throat
just by seeing your name on snapchat,
twitter, or even instagram,
fearing that you're with someone who isn't me.
If I were over it,
I wouldn't still be writing about you,
picturing what our lives would be like
if instead of running away,
I actually stayed.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
But the nights are long,
And now you won't even return my calls.
The space between us grows so fast.
What once was love,
Is just a scar.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 10:00 PM UTC
"Guys like him don't fall for girls like me."
"And what kind of guy is he?"
"Someone who my endless abyss would destroy."
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 8:35 PM UTC
It's one thing to stop caring,
And another to stop loving.
I learnt the hard way,
Through a lot of tears,
Heartbreak
And hurt,
That still,
After all these years,
I haven't done both.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
Fall in love with a writer,
If you want to be granted immortality.
But beware,
If a writer falls in love with you...
They will carve you in history.
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC
It was flickering.
She could feel it.
She watched in awe as the light fought its way through,
Moving,
Just as she thought that it would die out,
That the fight was over,
It flickered again,
Stronger,
Brighter,
Hotter.
It seemed like an endless cycle.
A vicious, painful cycle.
She wondered why the light didn't just give up!
Why was it fighting its way through what seemed like a pointless war?!
Why didn't the light just...give up?
It would be easier, safer, painless...
Then she saw it.
The light stopped flickering.
The flame grew, brighter and brighter,
lighting up the black room,
Illuminating her once dark life.
She saw the flame dancing in glee,
knowing that it had won that dark battle.
She looked down and saw a shadow,
Her shadow.
Just like that,
She had her answers.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
The wind had never howled this
Loud.
It wanted everyone to hear its sorrow.
Oh how the mighty have fallen!
And with it came the tears.
Tears of the sky.
The rain fell
Harder,
Faster,
Pelting everyone with its rage,
Making them feel its plight.
Oh how the mighty have wept!
"We were Kings!" She screamed.
"Kingdoms fall." He replied nonchalantly.
"We were happy." She told him.
"Happiness never lasts." He said simply.
"We were in love." She managed to croak.
"Love doesn't exist."
Oh how the mighty are suffering!
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
Because nothing ever ends in poetry
It ends in blood and tears
We make it poetry.
It ends painfully
Painstakingly.
But we turn it into beautiful melodic words
Turn it upside down,
Spin it around,
Wrap it beautifully
While we sit in suffering.
Hoping that our pretty little words
Cover up scars and wounds
Hopefully heals something we thought never would.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC