you get one day to cry
but tomorrow
it’s time to fix your crown
Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 8:20 PM UTC
i don't know
what happened to you
i don't know
what happened to us
what i did wrong
what i did
for you to walk off
into your new life
and leave me in the dark
so many have told me
to forget about you
that i deserve someone better
someone that will make me happy
for the rest of my days
and maybe they're right
honestly
i couldn't tell you back then
all i knew is
some moments
i had a fire
burning bright and hot
in my soul
my hate burning up my despair
which seemed to have no end
but some moments
under the cover of night
when the world got quiet
and it was only me and the stars
i thought back on our happy moments
the few that we were able to steal for ourselves
and i couldn't help but smile at those precious memories
some of which i knew i would treasure forever
and i couldn't help but think
that you were the only person
who would ever understand me
and that i would only ever find happiness
in the messed up way i found it with you
it's funny
isn't it?
you betrayed me
you just disappeared without a word
even though you promised you never would
and yet
i think i forgive you
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 10:24 PM UTC
you say you’re not a poet but
with a girl like that,
how could you speak
anything less than
the stars?
-a.c.b
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 6:39 AM UTC
Artists are often
broken people
using the fragments of themselves
to create something new
and although
being healed
feels so complete
sometimes i want to be broken again
sometimes i want open wounds
so i can use the blood
to paint sunsets
so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas
so i can carve
masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind
but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 8:58 PM UTC
my mom thinks it’s a hickey on my neck
and i’d rather her think that
than know it’s from your fingers
clamping my throat shut
with rage
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC
you wake up
his hair is spilled across the pillow,
the sun slants across his cheekbone
and his breath is slow and even.
he smells like an open field
and his body is wrapped around yours
so he keeps you warm.
you think,
there is no moment better than this,
that he is too perfect to exist.
but you wake up gasping,
skin soaked in sweat.
you lie there for a long time,
in your completely empty bed.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
in the beginning
the sun met the moon
and she instantly fell in love
the story of the universe was yet uncertain
but their romance was written in the stars
he was quiet and cool
to her fire and passion
the perfect dichotomy
to the cosmos and beyond
but as it is said for anything
everything that can go wrong, will go wrong
and the sun and moon were ripped apart
only joined together
briefly during those moments
of dawn and dusk
but even that didn't stop them
from loving from afar
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
the words spilled from her mouth
here i sit,
as my best friend,
tells me
you have another.
i shouldn’t care.
but i do.
no matter how hard i try,
the poetry for you in which i write,
never ceases.
it just keeps pouring out of my soul.
it sometimes seems as if,
the poetry i write for you is what keeps my heart beating.
what keeps me breathing.
but now, what am i supposed to do?
her?
seriously?
do you think she will love you?
do you really think she will love you?
please tell me.
it’s hard to think of you with another
because we used to be so in love with each other.
it’s been a long time since we last spoke,
but it feels as if all the memories of us i have were just made yesterday.
you have another.
who will never,
ever,
love you in the way i could.
but my question for you is,
will you love her in the way you could towards me?
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC
i feel myself awaken
from this syrup-like slumber
i rub my eyes and look around
sighing that there's another day ahead
i remember feeling your presence in my dreams
but i don't remember you speaking
or trying to get close to me
i don't even remember you being there at all
but nonetheless, i still felt you there
and that's the saddest thing of all, i think
because you no longer think of me
let alone dream
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 6:48 AM UTC