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I look at myself everyday
in the mirror and then realize
I've been given the most beautiful gift
I could ever ask for - my existence;
my chance of life;
my chance of love.
 Oct 2020 CMXIClement
Laura
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 Oct 2020 CMXIClement
Laura
I'm jealous of the rain.
It gets to fall down without judgement.

I'm jealous of the wind.
It gets to roam freely and never remain in one place.

I'm jealous of the snow.
It gets to be admired for it's pure beauty.

I'm jealous of tornadoes.
They get to wreak havoc without repercussion.

I'm jealous of the thunder.
It gets to declare its power without being silenced.

I'm jealous of the sun.
It gets to ignite and smolder without being extinguished.

I'm jealous of the moon.
It gets to shine and illuminate without being vain.
Looking at him is like looking at the horizon that could last a lifetime,
Someone who waltz into my life like he was meant to be there,
It was instant, like adrenaline rushing through me.
I felt the whole world, waves crashing against the water, winds flowing through the air, volcanoes erupting fearlessly, then suddenly he was like the moon and stars, shined through the dark part of the world and became the center of mine.
It absorbed everything in me, I was losing energy but it was everything I wanted and everything I desired.
You came into my life not only as a friend but as someone I have learned to love dearly and respect. I want to be the person you deserve but I know it will take a while to get there because what you deserve is incomparable to what I can offer you but I promise I will try.
Every person I meet I thought was the one,
But that soon all changed when they no longer were concerned.
So I say this to myself,
I am beautiful and strong,
I am cared for and loved
And before anyone else I will always make myself the one.
I deserve what my heart is worth, which is worth a thousand words.
I will always love me first until someone shows me I can trust.
 Jun 2020 CMXIClement
Meera
you inhale tragedies
and exhale poetry
From where do you get your perseverance?
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