17/F/Nowhere, but only for now I’m a junior in highschool, a freshman in college, with aspirations for myself and the entire world. My poetry is inspired by myself, my relationships, my family, and my experiences with Catholicism. Feel free to message anytime you like/need! 58 followers / 1.1k words
Don’t speak too confidently They’ll think you’re selfish Don’t speak too affectionately They’ll think you’re in love And God forbid that you be in love You might as well wear a scarlet A Don’t be special Don’t be the same Don’t you dare cry someone’s name In this volatile place
Whenever I cry it isn’t obvious. I’m not loud and I don’t get **** I just sit quietly, breathing, my eyes slowly dripping, as I’m thinking About the things and the people that got me to this point But most of all, myself.
Though my eyes are green They cannot see the finer things Words always rip my heart at its seams My own, or said by other beings If you give me love, I’ll give you wings I’ll worship you with much extremes And if you leave me, by all means These green eyes will weep burning streams
This is about all of my exes, friends no longer with me, and people I’ve had eyes for
It smells just like her It smells just like the woman who taught my mother to raise me The woman who comforted me when it stormed The woman who taught me to appreciate my German heritage I miss her . . .
Gucci bloom smells just like my great-grandmother guys it’s freaky
At the end of the road Who will be there? At the end of the line Who will still care? If it’s not like the end of the rainbow Who will still love me all the same? In even my darkest hours Who will be there to comfort me and guide me through it all?
I hate that Even after all you’ve said I still crave to hold your hand Hold it tight As if I let go, all of the happiness in the world would escape Not a word needed. You don’t have to kiss me. Don’t have to love me. . . I just want to hold your hand . . .