I think what scares me about love the most is falling.
The moment of looking deep into his eyes as we both accept each others grin of approval. He'll then take me by the hand and begin to walk with me in complete silence, which will only hand me off to the next one.
Falling.
The moment he tells me I'm everything that he's been looking for because he's never reeled someone in. But I caught on and I thought that the bait would last forever, but it would never be enough for me, which would only hand me off to the next one.
Falling.
The moment I know I want to be serious with him and I forcibly try to make things work. Thinking that if we both dictate each others lives that we could finally live happily ever after. But, the end. This would only hand me off to the next one.
Falling.
The moment we tell each other we're perfect for each other and we want to be together forever. Because we're soulmates. But, you took my soul and we both overstayed our time together. Though the sweetest love, a bitter end. Which would only hand me off to the next one.
Falling.
This shall be continued when I fall again.
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 8:45 PM UTC
I hate to say this, but I'm sorry for leaving you behind.
You say it's easy to love someone through the good, but when challenged, the bad will show you if you'll stay.
And I didn't stay. I knew I had to leave.
I hate to say this, but I'm better without you.
They say not to jump from the boiling *** into the frying pan, but I didn't listen and I leaped in headfirst.
I found someone new. He's the best that's ever happened.
I hate to say this, but I'm moving forward with my life.
I say that when given a new chapter, write it as wild, and with the experience of loving you, I can give him something new.
I am giving him something new. It's time to bury our love, let it go. Let it grow and if it needs tending to, maybe I'll come back in the future when things are better. When things are right.
I'll take a shovel and dig at our dirt to find what was once our treasure of gold.
But for now, let it sink. Let it soak. Move on. Like I did.
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 10:00 PM UTC
I'll always have love for you, but I'm afraid that I've fallen out of love with you. See, you got me to think about a future together but when it's time to actually draw the blueprints, I fumble and drawback like a drawbridge that will permanently close. I want to let you in, but not up to the tower of my mind where you can discover that the princess was in a deep sleep and my dragon watched over me year to year to make sure that no one would rescue me.
See I don't need rescuing and I'm scared of committing; taking your hand as you battle the dragon to unlock my mind and take me to somewhere new. I don't want to be discovered. I don't want to be saved. I want my dragon to protect me from the evils that love may grant.
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 5:35 AM UTC
You tell me I'm beautiful and I don't believe it. The last person that told that to me made me believe that for once I was worth something; that I was someone's sweet rose with thorns disappearing. It was a mistake to let my guard down and think how beautiful I could be when every word was a lie and in the end, I was bitter and created into a **** wanting to be pulled out of this wretched grown and tossed into a bin full of lost words and other weeds like me.
But when you told me, I believed it because I thought you would never lie; you were kind and innocent and I believed everything you said. I grew the confidence of an angel and the glow of the sun. The next thing I knew, my halo was broken and my star faded into nothingness.
You told me they were prettier with their curves as smooth as froth on the beach and their skin as radiant as the northern lights. I'll admit too I was mesmerized, but I started to treat myself like a deserted island that no one wanted to set sail to. I did so much for you and the others didn't.
Will their beauty let you rest easy in their hardworking hands and calm you like the distressed cyclops inside you? Would their lips move mountains or their wings carry you higher than you wanted to be? The answer is no.
Their beautiful is different than mine. See, I am capable of saving you from being lonely and the heal you from the brokenness that was of your childhood. I am eligible to keep secrets about your past and guide you to a mesmerizing destination, which is your future.
My beautiful is different; persuasive in seconds and luring like Afrodite. I know I am beautiful, but you will never truly speak of it.
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 5:22 AM UTC
And what scares me is that
you knew how to do everything
you were happy with the small things
and I don't know how to do anything
my mind wanders to dark places.
How am I supposed to teach myself
the things that you were supposed to?
I feel like I'm always writing until I
reach a cliff and have nothing to say.
Will you answer me?
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 5:15 AM UTC
The fog is carried away and no more mist and dew drops on the flowers, but showers on my face.
A year ago I had everything in life and I was saying goodbye to school and hello to funerals.
How could you be gone when you're face was alive in my mind and your voice still created the same cackle it does.
When I opened the casket I saw the only thing that was alive was your memory, and how much we loved you.
They rolled you away and burned you into beautiful, delicate ashes just as gentle as the fog
Boxed in and wasn't going to be let out until you gave me that sign. One last gift.
Instead of holding you like a gift I didn't want to let go, I needed to unwrap you and spill you out.
You are free and vast as the ocean now. You will always be in my mind.
Like when I got the phone call and dew drops turned into waterfalls and bird chirps turned into screams of anxiousness.
I couldn't hold back. I couldn't let you go.
Just like May showers, you were here and you're gone.
Now the grass is less green, the flowers yearn for you to come back, and I can't forget you. I just need you to come back.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 4:19 AM UTC
I can't teach you to love again
that's something you learn on your own.
But one thing I can teach you about it is
that you see, feel, and face love.
It's in that phone call to mom; talking about anything and everything.
It's when a stranger opens the door for you or
you for them; it's that 2-second gap to
say thank you or you're welcome.
It's making sure not to call him or her because that's love for yourself;
knowing when enough is enough.
It's through that cold splash of water in the morning
and seeing your towel in the mirror wiping the ugly
of the night before off your face.
It's buying a new dress and twirling around in it; like a colored, swirl lollipop.
It's knowing you are good enough for yourself; the one and only being that's been with you from day one.
You. You are good enough for yourself
live life to all you can imagine
and believe. achieve. act
you are your one and only, wisdom holder
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 3:14 AM UTC
Why do I have to cake my face every day,
or workout for me to be okay?
Why do I have to starve myself at night,
just so the next day I feel light?
Why do we strive for the hourglass,
and on social media show our ***
Why do I have to get my nails done,
do all of these really prove I am "the one"?
Why do we do this chaos to our body,
just to find our place in society?
I want to be the one to change,
the one the "it" girls may label as strange.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 3:03 AM UTC
Why is it that
I want my words to spill over
but even the most honest words I sing
hurt the people I love the most
why is it we want the truth
but when it's coming for us
we take cover like a mudslide
is about to unravel.
You told me to speak my words
and I spoke them. I gave
you honest thoughts, my human nature,
but you evacuated.
You yourself didn't want my truth.
Now I'm flooded with emotions
and you still can't handle
me or my words
because it would drown you.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 2:08 AM UTC
You have to take a heartbreak day by day,
make sure you never call and say
I LOVE YOU
Because those three vicious words will not
be said back and heʻll froth with
ʻYOU ARE CRAZYʻ
You may shoot your shot again and again
but if it doensʻt happen
GET BACK UP
Because a person like you will be hard to
forget in their mind even when they try not to
YOUʻRE STILL THERE
But by the time you move on to bigger things in like
those words will stab your back and front with a knife
ʻI MISS YOUʻ
And by the time you **** well know
never to look back and never go to
TAKE THEM BACK
Be proud of yourself although it may hurt
And never ever go back just to flirt
youʻve moved on
for the better.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 3:48 AM UTC