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452 · Sep 2013
one million lovers
arubybluebird Sep 2013
it is possible to cry without tears
and love without condition

it is possible to live a life interested in everything
and devoted to nothing

it is possible to cling passionately unto the comfort of your words
just as it is to decay my existence upon the silk sheets of your bed

it is possible to wound without beating
and mend myself partial with solitude and sadness

there is a possibility
of a million lovers
in my head

there is a possibility
of two lovers
in my heart
447 · Apr 2018
Our love is this song,
arubybluebird Apr 2018
and this song has an ending too.
447 · May 2014
ju·ve·nil·i·a
arubybluebird May 2014
go to the cinema by yourself
let yourself succumb to the glories of solitude
drive out to Los Angeles with your best friend
go from bar to bar until you find the one that feels right
the one with your preference of tunes
get ******* ****-faced
have a one night stand with a handsome stranger
but instead of giving him into your body
give him into your soul and mind
have the conversation you’ve anxiously desired
fall in love for a few hours
every second starts with a first
may tomorrow be responsible for sobriety
446 · Jul 2017
J,
arubybluebird Jul 2017
J,
I want to love you without commitment
I want to love you without giving up my heart
Listen to Chet Baker with me
Let's be funny, let's be each others valentine
Hand holding is so nice, let's hold hands the whole night
Sit with me on sidewalk retaining wall
Let's collaboratively make up stories of strangers passing by
Let's go out to Granada
Let's dance our hesitation away

J,
I want to be something you can feel
Something real, without compromising the deal
Without compromising your heart
444 · Mar 2015
perte
arubybluebird Mar 2015
I cried for you in my dream last night,
even in unconsciousness I miss you.
439 · Apr 2018
No lo niego
arubybluebird Apr 2018
Cuando te bese, fui completamente tuya. Pero tu nunca fuiste mio, y nunca seras para mi. Y ahora que pasan los dias que se convierten en meses, que se convierten en años, hay tanto que decir y no lo dire. Que el silencio hable por mi.
438 · Nov 2015
Charts
arubybluebird Nov 2015
I'm not sure what's worse
Getting your heart broken
Or waiting around for a love that will never come
435 · Oct 2014
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arubybluebird Oct 2014
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there’s so much harm in this world, so many people right now are broken, torn, dismantled and hurting, and the thought and realization of this makes me feverish and nauseous, and my heart begins to ache, too. my heart aches for them. and I want nothing more than to be with them, to extend my arms to them and hold them tightly, to offer them in entirety what little security I have. to look them in their eyes and correlate. to let them know that they are not alone. that if I could reach into their hearts and take away all their pain, if I could hold their hurt as my own, I would. those whom have harmed you may never come to acknowledge or apologize, but I am sorry. I am sorry for their injustices, I am sorry for their cruelties, I am sorry for what they’ve done, for what you’ve gone through, for what you’re going through. you’re somewhere out there as I’m writing this, and you may never come across these words, but if ever you do, if you’re reading this right now, I want you to know you are in my prayers. you are in my thoughts. and you are in my heart. you mean so much, so much, and you are cared about, valued, appreciated, and loved.
429 · Jun 2015
Nautica
arubybluebird Jun 2015
I sometimes wish
I could be as small in size
As I often feel in my mind

So I could curl up into
A tiny ball of lint
And rest inside the pocket
Of my father's woven jacket
427 · Dec 2017
Tu y las nubes
arubybluebird Dec 2017
The sky looks nice and so do you.
424 · Apr 2018
A Nearer Sun
arubybluebird Apr 2018
I hate that you did what you did.
I miss you so much.
422 · Nov 2017
I Like You
arubybluebird Nov 2017
And this hasn't even started yet,
but already I feel it, I feel you
slipping away, passing me by.
I like you, and this isn't going to last.
422 · Jul 2013
mute-math.
arubybluebird Jul 2013
Sometimes you need not say anything.
Silence can potentially hurt a lot less.
A bruise will heal softer than an open wound.
Give me the words that tell me nothing.
Give me the silence that tells me everything.
Give me my heart back without a single remnant of blood.
Sometimes you need not hold onto anything.
Emptiness can potentially ease the void.
420 · Mar 2015
mid term
arubybluebird Mar 2015
I’m just so tired, and too exhausted to cry, and too numb to be sad, and I don’t know what this is all for, but I can’t stop from trying. And these words weigh me down more than the poems I have not written. And It’s been a long time since I’ve felt the moon, and I’m afraid there is no purpose to my heart, and every thing seems distorted, and I’m tired of my skin, and stating this aloud feels pathetic and useless. I really need a break from my self. It’s one of those days, again.
419 · Mar 2016
12 08
arubybluebird Mar 2016
I miss the times
Of going to sleep
With someone in mind
To think about
419 · Nov 2017
Day and Age
arubybluebird Nov 2017
I'm no longer concerned with whether
Or not these words resonate
They're not for them
These words are for you

These words are to let you know
That today I wanted nothing more
Than to call you
Just so I could tell you
That I hope your day
Is even better than yesterday

And I can't wait to see your face
And kiss your lips
And hold your hand
This Thursday
419 · Dec 2014
16 % remaining
arubybluebird Dec 2014
The shade of my skin is identical to yours
    But our voices are not the same.

2. You are a flower. A flower is a feeling.

3. I can tell that you need someone close.

4. Our photographs will seem so old to us one day.

5. I've so much I feel the need to tell you
    But I am running out of words to say.

6. Lover, please destroy me.
418 · May 2014
saturation.
arubybluebird May 2014
it makes me sad that there are so many people everywhere
and none of them are you.
418 · Dec 2015
dream 003
arubybluebird Dec 2015
2:20 on a Sunday afternoon, and I am afraid. I am afraid I'll one day forget the way this song moves me, the way it grasps my heart with invisible hands and pulls it out of my chest, past my mouth, past my head, leaving my mind perplexed and dizzy.

I am afraid you are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me and I do not realize it.

There will come a day that I will not wake up to your disheveled hair and hagioscopic eyes, there will come a day that your warm skin pressed firmly against mine will not be the first thing I feel as I wake up to the rising of a new morning, and the idea, the mere thought of this brings me so much fear.

I am afraid of my heart, of its potential of becoming overtly attached, of becoming foreign and distant to a love it knows the most, to a love it keeps most close. I am afraid of my eyes, of their potential to overlook and oversee, images, moments, the passing of time, other sets of eyes.

I am afraid my layers of darkness, profound and crestfallen, will impede you from seeing any speck of light in me.
417 · Sep 2013
my witness is the empty sky
arubybluebird Sep 2013
your silence is a room where dead hearts beat
foreign lips devour me through a straw

I slash my wrists
and let it fall
drip by drip
the words I bleed
become the words
of my book

blue veins
blood red
spool ribbon
remnants of emotions
I could never bring myself to tell you.
417 · Jun 2018
Nice,
arubybluebird Jun 2018
It'd be nice to be held again.
407 · Sep 2014
Lull
arubybluebird Sep 2014
I want to go to sleep
I don't want to feel you right now
Not by will, not awake
Your asbsence is too real this time

I know you're not coming back
But I don't want to know
I don't want to know anything

I don't want to know
What this life is like
Without you

It should be raining
It should be midnight
It should be Winter

My skin feels too warm
The clouds look too soft
There's too much sound
There's too much movement

Cars keep passing, people keep pacing,
Specks of light stream incessantly

Everything is as it's meant to be
Nothing is as it should be

Your eyes should be open
Reflecting like shadows into mine
Your hands should be gesturing figures
As your lips bring words to life

You should be awake right now
This sentence should not be here

I should not feel such demanding heaviness when
The tsunami of your blood
That once streamed through my veins
Has left me desperate, hollow, and empty

You will never feel as I feel in this moment
I think that's for the best

Yet I pray if love is as they say it is
Wherever you may find yourself
You can still feel my heart

The way it beats for you
The way it longs for you
The way it swells up at the mention of
Your name

I want to be asleep
I need to feel you now more than ever

I will survive this oppresive melancholy
If only through temporary intervals
Only if in dreams
406 · Jun 2014
An Introduction
arubybluebird Jun 2014
I think I was born to be alone
Nobody to call me theirs
Nobody to call my own
My name is Solitude
Lovely to meet you
Now I must go
403 · Nov 2014
Warm Brain
arubybluebird Nov 2014
I remember the first time I had my heart broken
except I really don't
it's just that familiar sense, that familiar feeling
of feeling less than everything
of wanting so badly
to not exist, to have never been born
to die a hundred deaths
and have every ***** in my body
completely torn to shreds
anything to never feel the way I'm feeling

nights are so strange
there is a world we are missing out on while we are asleep
the night is filled with noises we'll never live to hear
during the day

reflections are so strange
shadows are so sad
so much time wasted trying to get to know your image
through a mirror
a mirror, your only self

could it be that the blind see more clearly?
paintings and photographs, sickening nostalgia
what use will have my photograph
when I'm no longer here?
will you remember me a while longer?
will you still think of me as strange?

I'm thinking of a few things to consider
this tends to happen a lot around 2 : 03 A.M.

I was thinking
of perhaps
putting an ad in the penny saver
submitting a few poems
submitting my phone number and
some pathetic description
a description sincere

"I am sad
I am lonely
I am just as lost as you
I want to know your story
you can't sleep, and neither can I
sooner or later
we are going to die
talk on the phone with me"


I'm not very fond of summer
I feel lovely in the fall
winter is sad, cold, and romantic
it reminds me of my youth

I miss wearing sweaters
I'll be twenty-one soon
I want to get drunk
I'm already lost
I want to be wild

I want to kiss strangers
I want a beautiful body and beautiful hair
I want to live in stupidity
and travel the world by train, trolley,  
and aero plane

I want to be asleep

I could be dreaming right now
it's all ending, keep writing
it doesn't matter, but it does

one day I'll be happy
I'll be lovely soon enough
403 · Feb 2015
Ezra,
arubybluebird Feb 2015
I felt like writing
A haiku for you today
But I decided

To write these ******* lines
To you
Instead
402 · Nov 2014
1 2 2 3
arubybluebird Nov 2014
missing you is a stupid thing for me to do, but I do it anyway
402 · Nov 2015
29 novembre
arubybluebird Nov 2015
It is 53 degrees tonight
And my skin is unusually soft, softer than it's ever been
Perhaps it is my body
Trying to convince you to stay
397 · Mar 2016
11 40
arubybluebird Mar 2016
I wish I could hug my grandmother
One last time
396 · Jan 2015
F o l d
arubybluebird Jan 2015
I paint my nails the color of pomegranate
The color of an open heart

I look like ****, but I feel phenomenal

I made a playlist for you once
Composed of twenty-two songs
The number of our age

I don't know why I'm fond of you
I've grown indifferent to most things by now

I'm smaller as an adult than I was as a child

If I had a home, I'd like you to come over
If you had the book of secrets
Would you share a secret with me?

There is music throughout the night
That only sounds while we are sleeping

There are faces we'll never see
And hands we'll never hold

There is meaning in reoccurring dreams

I cannot tell if it is cold outside
Or if I've come too close to the sun

I once wrote the words
"I'm gonna get run the **** over and be glad about it"
On an evening walk to my English class at school

Feelings change constantly
All the time
395 · Dec 2014
spirit
arubybluebird Dec 2014
If you forget me, I think that's for the best
394 · Apr 2018
Untitled
arubybluebird Apr 2018
I'll never know what it's like to dance with you. I'll never know what it feels like to hold your hand on a Sunday morning.
393 · Aug 2018
Summer Blues
arubybluebird Aug 2018
Gonna punch you so hard
You fall in love with me
388 · Mar 2015
Sol,
arubybluebird Mar 2015
You are the moon when I get out of bed

You are the moon as I start off my day

You are the moon when I fall on my head

You are the moon
388 · Feb 2016
I'm not the only one
arubybluebird Feb 2016
It all starts and ends with love
It all starts and ends with hurt
My eyes were made for crying
But I'm not the only one
387 · Mar 2016
12 09
arubybluebird Mar 2016
Maybe one day
We'll laugh
At the distance
386 · Mar 2018
Eraser
arubybluebird Mar 2018
I have to start seeing myself without you
386 · Jul 2017
Ask me where I live.
arubybluebird Jul 2017
Tell me you want to kiss me. Tell me that it's ruining you to consider that this may be the last time we'll ever see each other. Tell me that it's only been three hours, but already a hollowness is starting to form in your heart. You are not a coward. Tell me. Ask me. Make me yours.
386 · Jul 2013
i just want you
arubybluebird Jul 2013
to tell me
good morning
like you mean it
385 · Feb 2015
years & years
arubybluebird Feb 2015
I see you in places you've never been to
I feel you in places you've never touched
383 · Jan 2018
Hombre,
arubybluebird Jan 2018
Me duele el alma porque te quiero
383 · Mar 2018
Un Mundo Raro
arubybluebird Mar 2018
No ha parado de llover
Y aun así el cielo se aclarará
381 · Jan 2014
...
arubybluebird Jan 2014
...
and we rake the leaves
and we cage the birds
why are we so cruel?
380 · Jul 2013
3 13 a m
arubybluebird Jul 2013
I cannot miss what we never had.
Is anything truly ours to begin with?
I touch myself cause my hands are lonely.
I cry at night cause my eyes are not yours.
restless, again
thinking of you
while listening to Tchaikovsky
379 · Aug 2014
the loneliest planet
arubybluebird Aug 2014
life
  is
    but  
        a
           memory.
376 · Apr 2021
28 April
arubybluebird Apr 2021
i still have so much love for you and i don’t know what to do with it or where to put it but i know hand-writing little notes and leaving them hidden in your jackets pocket or lunch pail or dashboard, compiling it into a detailed spotify playlist, sending it through a lengthy text after midnight, kissing every inch of your face your lips your eyelids the tip of your nose your jaw your chin, running my hands through your hair, placing my face in the palm of your hands, holding your hand, kissing your hand, leaning my head on your shoulder, playfully biting your shoulder, softly kissing your shoulder, curling up against your chest, hearing your heart beat and thanking God and the universe for it, praying over you while you sleep, entangling my skin with your skin until we’re all sweat and sighs and messy hair, dropping to my knees and taking you all in, laying on my side as you take me all in, picking up our favorite bottle of wine to make a night out of with, making plans in plural and future tense -- i know i can no longer store my love in any of this, so i’ll just let it rest here for a while and hope that eventually it becomes a space for its release too
373 · Jun 2018
Forgive them,
arubybluebird Jun 2018
Even if they never apologized for breaking your heart
370 · Mar 2016
11 27
arubybluebird Mar 2016
The sky is swollen, there is no place to hide
369 · Mar 2018
I'm tired
arubybluebird Mar 2018
I'm tired
And I miss you
367 · May 2017
You Are
arubybluebird May 2017
Dim string lights on a soft summer night
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