The darkness screams
as the moonlight trembles.
Unseen shadows hide the truth.
For what's lingering the night,
be all that unspoken.
Life is so much easier when you're lost in the bliss of air.
What happens when you're found?
Sleeping with the heater on
Because you're anywhere but here.
Covers keep slipping off.
All these blankets disappear.
The menace is of itself.
"Me" being the only troubles to face.
As one falls, will one always succeed in getting back up?
As the answer lasts for so long.
How long until reality smashes and shatters the dream?
The truth being, as it always has.
This poem can be interpreted in so many different ways. What's yours?
She won't let you see.
They're all one in the same.
Yours and hers,
Hearts both on the table.
Only hers is halfway off the edge.
So close, but you just can't touch.
She won't let you see.
Intimate and passionate as one.
Yours and hers,
Bodies both skin to skin.
Only her bra will never come off.
So close but you just can't touch.
Will never be naked.
Physically and Emotionally.
She won't let you in.
For the girls that won't let their guard down, you'll hear this well..
They say I deserve better.
But I disagree
because I fell inlove with his heart
and I know what I see.
and mostly he's free.
The cycle grows, but him and I
are all I want to be.
Look into a person's eyes and fall for their heart and soul. ❤ Nothing else has to matter. Through thick and thin two people can form an unbreakable bond. Dont let anyone block that view.
Know when to hold on
and know when to let go.
Has it's purpose.
Because when a man disrespects your body,
it never looks the same standing infront of a mirror.
The back and forth.
Compassion is not an inconvenience, remember that.
I'll forever carry that sense of hope in any situation that everything will all work out.
But I'm always prepared for the fallout.
I just don't known which is more disappointing.
Optimism is indispensable when accepting the concept that life's ----- will always be on the horizon.
Ever try to jot down a quick thought, but you weren't fast enough and forgot?
I like this version of us,
where we let our guards down.
It's not easy to be vulnerable, but it could be worth it.
You can give someone your heart and soul.
But never give them the power to take away who you are.
The aptitude of benevolence derives serendipity of the soul.
""the natural tendencies of kindness achieve good fortune within
Consecutively eating one meal a day,
despite the knowledge of the physical attributes that come with doing so.
The endless weekend black outs and bathroom floor surrenders.
The sleepless nights lurking for company.
The overwhelming guilt in attempts to start over again.
The three hour long anxiety attacks that cease to subside.
You realize you haven't taken care of yourself;
that numb became such an acceptable state of being.
Found this old gem from a darker time.
Revisiting these words.
My heart will not concede the spite I should be wielding for...
There are moments in life that could tear you apart. After taking it all in, is it worth your troubles? The answer is hardly ever yes.
Because at the end of the day I crave it all. I want laughter, affection, friendship, and love with one person. But when I let my guard down and I try to be myself, I feel like I'm too much and not enough all at the same time.
I want to feel wanted.
And suddenly my entire
Every memory that
invaded my subconscious
had taken over.
And my life appeared
as a sad novel.
...and I've lost my breath
Some days I chase these views and I watch the world pause. I get to take it all in for a moment. Some days it heals me, other days it reminds me that I'm simply running from my own reality. That's when I recognize how unhappy I've been.
It didn't work, did it?
Trying to void the indifference that pillaged your soul
With the silhouette of a stranger's caress.
Yes, you knew better. But still...
Only giving up a glimpse of your love.
Don't you know I adore you?
Maybe one day, the right man will come along and read all the quotes encrypted on your body. And he will inquire the truths hidden beneath each designation. Only then will he truly know you. Only then will he truly understand.
Every mark has a story to tell. No one has heard them all, but you.
Last night you said you don't want me to guess.. you want me to be 100% certain. But when we were falling apart at the end and everything exploded, I begged you to choose me. But you couldn't. You were the one that was never 100%. And that's why I walked away. I couldn't keep choosing a man that only loved me conveniently.
An old one from the books.
She doesn't crave the touch of your Saturday night lust, if she cannot hold your Sunday morning love.
I think the truth is,
we are all a little fraction of broken
in one way or another.
And there might be something significantly beautiful
in that unspoken darkness.
His eyes are empty.
Have you ever seen a soulless stare?
It leaves you feeling cold inside.
As if he is feeding off your light,
Until you are left alone in the dark.
Yet I can't help but wonder, who hurt him?
[ ] You will forever be the best thing to ever enter my life. I think about that every day. You were good to me in ways I never knew possible and I cant imagine any soul could ever compare. I want to run back to you every evening and just spend my nights in your arms knowing we will be okey. And I think about how lovely our future could be. But I remember that that conversation has never brought us happiness, and that breaks me every time. I'm not doing well without you, but I'm trying. And I hope you are too.
We never spoke the words aloud,
But his eyes said it all.
my favorite moment is now just a memory.
I could hide my demons well.
Bring my secrets to the grave.
Or I could spill all my truths,
Set those ******* free.
Anonymously of course.
Some days I share thought out poetry.
Other days I just get that **** right off my chest.
And just like that,
you came back.
As much as I wanted this,
what if you leave again?
I know it might have looked like "all or nothing" from your point of view, but you were terribly mistaken. At five years old, I promised to never love a man that couldn't appreciate slow dancing in the kitchen.
But I loved you for years anyway, and let myself down. I had to accept that dancing alone was as good as it would get.
So when you wouldnt choose me in the end and expected me to stick around anyway, it wasn't all or nothing.
I realized you had never chosen me. And I stopped choosing myself too.
That's wasn't love.
Set your own standards. And set them for a reason.
Eunoia is my desired state of being.
One day you wake up and you realize all the hurt is simply gone. Although it was fading gradually over time, there is nothing more refreshing than this moment of actualization.
He wasn't my type.
And I was far from his.
We lacked chemistry.
There was no "spark."
Passion was unheard of.
But atleast we were honest.
With only two motives in common,
both lonely and bored,
atleast we had eachother.
"Do I have to," he inquired.
My answer is simple.
I will never force anyone to feel required to be apart of my life.
I want someone who craves my company as I crave theirs.
I want effort.
I want to be wanted.
You miss the way he treated you.
Not the way he treats you.
Am I your weakness, the one you tell yourself you don't deserve.
Or am I just your fix.
Either way, nothing stops you from leaving.
(it's not a question, I don't want to know the answer)
Every too often,
We never truly know what a person is capable of,
Until we witness it first hand.
That's the thing about second chances, they're never quite the same.
Thank you for running away from reality with me, for a moment.
You are my sweet escape.
"… And we all have faith, and we all have hope,
But we're all a little lost in the same **** boat."
It's a helluva life.
You bring out the best in me. I find myself challenging all my own fears, head on. I admire your independence, it's contagious. You've shown me to be proud of the person I am. And to never stop working on the person I want to be.
What you taught me, a reminder to open my eyes and recognize what I'm capable of. But now you're gone. And I've learned to be my own inspiration.
I'm sorry I wasn't good enough for your time when there wasn't a beer in your right hand.
-to my father
-and to the boy I thought was a man
Lynyrd Skynyrd mentioned a little something about keeping it simple,
let's try that again.
Waited 21 years to find out my dad and I shared the same favorite song.
How about that.
I want to be a light in your life. A simple reminder to smile on your bad days. But I am so **** broken. And you deserve much more than that. My problems aren't your burdens. And I never want to weigh you down.
About to push away the one man who is kind to me. The one man who made a difference. Who made me forget for just a moment.
Never take forgranted the days you feel proud of yourself.
Soak it in, you've earned it.
You've worked your absolute *** off and you deserve to smile at the thought that this moment, couldn't get any better.
Because other days are harder.
Because other days you compare yourself to everything around you.
The hard days can bring us down.
But don't forget how far you've come.
Don't forget what got you there.
There's an optical illusion in the theory of closure.
The mental torment and suffering may recede, but souvenirs imprint their terrain.
Awaiting recollection is inevitable.
No one is free of this.
I hate that you're my safe place
Because I can't always trust
That you'll be there
When I need you.
I hate that the only arms
That hold me
Without fear or hesitation
Belong to you.
How am I supposed to accept a love
When I hate the person in the mirror.
I am broken
And you won't want that.
It's a sad game we play.
Showing up unexpectedly,
And over again.
Adjusting to your unreliability.
The sequence of your visits.
Because a life with portions of
Is more bearable than your absence altogether.
Although it's better when you stay.
Indecisive ; Contradicting
I go hand in hand.
she wore moonlight like lingerie
and made gentle the wild oceans of my soul
If you read any work from Atticus, these are two of his poems combined. I felt that they flowed better together. The thought of the moon and its gravitational pull of the tide, beautiful.
"...all you need in life is a roof over your head, milk in the fridge, and someone to love."
I can never remember where I heard this from, but it's been years and it's still some of the best advice I've ever come across. Life is simple. "Live and let love."
It's all fun and games
until you find yourself
facing the barrel of a gun
with a man saying
"I love you," while
he's holding the grip.
Get it off my chest.