As a child I was afraid of the dark.
I was afraid of a lot of things,
But the dark was the scariest.
It was the unknown,
The inescapable,
Where all my nightmares hid just out of view.
I thought I had outgrown such a childlike fear...
I guess not.
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 6:43 AM UTC
The poets who write of love one day
And heartbreak the next
Are the only creatures who truly understand
How a yearning soul cries for company,
Because after losing a connection so pure,
Loneliness becomes unbearable.
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 1:04 PM UTC
If loving Her is a sin,
I will gladly shake hands with Lucifer,
Rather than repent for
Her Beauty.
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 1:03 PM UTC
There is only so many words
I can say about Her
Without becoming repetitive.
But, if she were to ask it,
I would bring down the heavens
Just to see her look at me.
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
To love so viscerally and passionately
As mortals do
It is life’s greatest gift
And harshest punishment.
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 5:29 PM UTC
I used to just think
I’d stare at the ceiling for hours
I would day dream of future adventures
Or ponder the big questions
At least what my 12 year old self thought the big questions were
Except now I can’t
I need distractions
Music, texting, staring at a screen full of meaningless content
Anything to keep my mind busy
Busy but not thinking
It’s because I’m scared
My thoughts aren’t fun anymore
My day dreams have become day nightmares
The big questions now loom over me
Dark shadows that follow just a bit too closely behind me
Shadows I can’t outrun and can’t be driven out by light
Maybe I just need more light?
I thought I had enough
People are my lights
Their smiles towards me cast out the darkness
For a little bit at least
I should probably become my own light
People tend to be like faulty lightbulbs anyways,
Unreliable.
But being my own light is hard
So maybe I’ll just submit to the shadows.
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 4:01 AM UTC
I dream of the day
Where your poems about
Happiness with me,
Outnumbers the amount about
Heartbreak with her.
I hope you allow me to stay long enough
For my dream to come true.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 2:54 AM UTC
I wish I could be blind.
Just for tonight
So I could stop myself from reading words that cut me when they shouldn’t
So I could force myself to no longer see the lines that make me doubt what I know.
I swear I’m not psychotic. I just need to take a break from seeing, reading, imagining.
I wish I was Jared, 19
Illiterate as **** and not crying into my pillow.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 4:42 AM UTC
It is 1:32 in the morning.
It is 1:32 in the morning and I can’t sleep
I stare at nothingness as hot tears burn my face
Why?
Because I’m stupid
And I’m stupid because I’m scared.
It is 1:34 in the morning.
It is 1:34 in the morning and I swear I am haunted
Not by ghosts or demons
But by the past
Not just my own.
It is 1:36 in the morning.
It is 1:36 in the morning and I know now I will never be enough
She did things I am too scared to do
And I’m scared because I’m stupid.
It is 1:38 in the morning.
It is 1:38 in the morning and I’ve lost hope.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 4:38 AM UTC
I feel like I’m burning
Maybe it’s the tears that sear my face
Maybe it’s the shame of knowing I’ll never be enough
Or maybe, it’s just a burning sting of feeling hurt.
She didn’t mean to hurt me
But it’s too late now
The quiet sobs have broken the silence of my darkened room.
The knife has broken the barely healed skin of my wrist.
The thoughts of loneliness have broken my deteriorating happiness.
It’s not her fault. Someone broke her.
So I broke myself.
Because if she is burned by the embers of her past,
Then I will throw myself on to them to protect her.
I will burn so she can heal.
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 4:04 AM UTC