14/F/probably my room Hi, I write poetry, obviously, but normally I write for my own well being or just for personal joy. But a friend of mine reminded me that poetry was art, and that art was meant to be shared. So here goes nothing..... 50 followers / 995 words
i think the trouble is we are all so invested in finding the person that makes them feel like they are the only person in the world when the truth is, everyone’s replaceable.
I'm learning to fall In love with the twilight Spending a lifetime trying to Fantasize A lifetime of seeing the world Through another’s eyes I'm just doing my best Going under but I'm holding my breath But I'm looking up Up at the bright side At the bright side of the moon
You fell in love with them the way they touched you without using their hands but in the end we’re all fighting a world where “I miss you” doesn’t mean I’m coming back And “I love you” doesn’t mean “I’ll stay”.
i live in fear fear of resentment fear of abandonment fear of myself. im afraid I won’t amount to anything that my life will be a waste im afraid i won’t truly live that i will be just another cookie cutter replica of the blonde hair, blue eyed girl next door i can’t live like that because that’s not living thats existing