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birdy Apr 2022
The boy in my dreams is perfect,
yet jealous.
He prevents me from finding
a real boy,
For his allurement as a mere concept
outshines that of a flawed person.
birdy Apr 2022
To my love,

You are an idea not a person, but I love you all the same.

Yours truly.
birdy Apr 2022
Widow me of your gaze,
ugly *******.
The whistles of birds,
are torture from ***** mouths.
birdy Apr 2022
Your ashes,
in a box in the living room.
Sudden flashes,
of memories
force me to see your eyelashes
that framed beautiful deep brown.
birdy Apr 2022
A soul's vacant shell,
under newly upturned soil.
birdy Apr 2022
My suicide felt like an escape,
waking up felt like a sentence.

Married to death in words only,
falling asleep felt conjugal.

Night visits,
brief moments of peace,
before being thrown into
the deep end.

Death had grown me in captivity,
making me forget how to survive.

I had become dependent
on death's solace.

I sobered myself to reality,
death's sweetness
oscillated in ways
too unpredictable
for comfort.

Life treats me better
than death ever did.

Although there are moments,
where I wish to return into the blankness of death,
into the carelessness of nothing.

I remember how far I've come,
and how proud I would be,
to look into the future and see,

that I love life.
birdy Apr 2022
was the one who grew in my mind
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