Worn shoes,
tired eyes,
ruined mascara,
from last night,
grim faces,
pretty lies.
does she
feel the same
from last night?
go for a walk,
and over think,
maybe it's time,
for another drink.
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 7:42 PM UTC
if i was better
in every way
could i catch your heart
and make you feel the same?
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC
She has coffee stains on her white shirts,
But she has no regrets.
She has stretch marks, and acne, and she has cuts and bruises,
But her smile is wide, and her heart is bursting.
She gets wolf whistles and cat calls,
But she still wears what she wants.
And she likes tumblr and black tea and short skirts and she loves
Her own superficiality
And she wears glasses and highlight and her favourite shade of lipstick red,
And she is bold with her own anxiety,
She loves and she forgives, she fights and laughs and sings off key,
She is happy.
And she was not asking for it.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC
she,
has coffee stains
on her white shirts but
she
has no regrets.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
Months ago, I lost all my poetry.
All my woes,
All my frustration-al
thoughts
that I
couldn't
fight through,
But I had no remorse,
No sudden upset- ness
over losing
All
my work.
And I had no care,
I had not planned to grieve
over my terrible forgotten loneliness,
And I didn't even notice
for a while,
I didn't notice
that my need for validation
through my work,
Had slowly melted
away throughout
my blooming.
Poetry is my antidepressant,
Well it was before I healed,
So when I flushed my pills
My poetry
Down the toilet bowel
I didn't even realise,
That I,
Have
Healed.
I lost all my poetry,
I didn't even notice,
But I had no remorse.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC
Come with me,
Let's walk through space
And never stop.
We'll fight like men,
And we'll dress like women,
And love like asexuals.
Our necklines will plunge,
Our skirts will be short,
And our shoes will be boyish.
Let's fall in love,
With italian men
And the bottoms of our glasses.
So darling come with me,
We'll walk through space,
And we'll live.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 9:52 PM UTC
That itch
of
anxiety
At the backs
of
thy heart
The shadow
of
doubt
That hides unknown amongst love
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
A lonely girl wanders
Down a dark and dreary
Forest path
Her feet kick at leaves
Scattered across
The desolate ground
Her fingers slide
And drag her red
Velvet dress.
Her eyes dance
Across flickering
Shadows.
They can try and
Catch her lonely tune
She whistles to the birds.
They can try to catch,
Her slipping smiles
An falling tears.
They can only try
To catch a glimpse the
lonely girl that wanders
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC
Will you follow me,
When I reach the crossroads?
Will you respect my choice of path,
When I choose the wrong way?
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC