AmberLynne

AmberLynne Jul 2014

Sometimes while sitting next to you
I feel as if we are actually galaxies away from one another
and I'll try my damnedest to gather up all the stars in the vicinity
and spell you out a message among the constellations.
But for some reason you can't read my signs.
Maybe we're not speaking the same language,
or I simply haven't gathered enough stars to adequately display what I'm attempting to say.
Whatever the cause, our miscommunication turns the inches between our bodies
into unconquerable territory
that spans light years.

7.15.14

#love #stars #communication #miscommunication #galaxies

AmberLynne Jul 2014

The Worst

Each silent insult you hurl in my direction inches its way up my body so that it may worm its way in my soul and lie there, forcing every insecurity to my surface. Your unspoken digs crawl into my very being, wielding barbs that cut deeper than any words could. And the worst thing is, I don't think you even realize how terribly you're hurting me.

#pain #stop #hurting #insults

AmberLynne Jul 2014

Papers

Money
is paper.
Just that, paper,
with preprinted images
on its surface
and preconceived notions
attached to its meaning.
But at its essence, that slip of paper,
it's not worth
your dignity
your happiness
your peace of mind.
After all, paper is just made from trees,
and those are all over the world.
Go find some trees to wander within.
Find the true meaning of life.

#life #trees #paper #meaning #money

AmberLynne Jul 2014

Pressure

Put a price on yourself.
Tell me, what's the value of your life?

When did metal become your god,
slithering upon your wrists
and enveloped within the confines
of your lips.
You practice your idolatry,
revering the cold embrace
of stainless steel.

Put a price on yourself.
Tell me, what's the value of your life?

How did you get here,
teeth clattering on your god
of false hope?
Put under so much pressure
to leave a mark on the world,
make a difference, be different
(but not too different)
that instead you settle
for leaving scars in your wake.
The marks on your skin
and the ache left in their hearts-
is that the target you were aiming for?

Put a price on yourself.
Tell me, what's the value of your life?

Stop.
Breathe.

This is about the consequences brought about by societal pressures.
7.13.14

#society #stop #breathe #suicidal #selfharm #worth #value #pressure

AmberLynne Jul 2014

Unreciprocated

I'm confused as to when my touch
changed from the thing you crave
to the thing that makes you turn away.
I've always heard you can have to much
of a good thing, and I guess it's true.
Because my hands no longer
seem to bring about that same reaction
they used to.
And I'm just left here, confused.

#love #confused #touch #unwanted

AmberLynne Jul 2014

Pocket

If I were to place you gently in my pocket,
would you mind very much staying there
and remaining always near?
So that in my moments of greatest need
you could pop your head up above the edge
and whisper tiny encouragements into my ear?

#encouragement #pocket

AmberLynne Jun 2014

Pieces and Parts

I've given pieces of myself away
     over the years.
I meet people and I love deeply,
     so I break off a piece of my heart
     and offer it up, my gift to them.
I've found my presents oft returned,
     unwanted, unused
     after their purpose had served.
So when we first met, sir,
     I had no intention
     of breaking myself further
     for you, only to be scorned.
But intentions be ******,
     for you didn't wait.
No, you sewed my pieces
     back together for me,
     without me even having to ask.
And so it is you, sir,
     who shall have the gift
     of the rest of my heart.
One little piece will never be adequate,
     and so I give to you,
     more and more every day.

6.27.14

#love #broken #heart #romance #pieces #parts