25/F/California It may not be your conventionally beautiful style of poetry, but I believe any raw emotion is beautiful. I’m obviously an amateur, so any constructive criticism is valued. 100 followers / 1.7k words
Oh, how easy is it for me to simply forgive the hurt you caused my soul to endure; Forgetting is a whole different matter though. You must have me under your spell, for when you’re next to me I forget every wrong doing you've done, but as soon as you leave,
every
single
thing
comes down upon me. Like a wave crashing angrily upon the shore when the sea is storming; Like getting caught in a sudden downpour that drenches and chills you to the bone. These things I can’t forget climb into my mouth and slither down my throat; keeping my lungs from filling with air and keeping the heartbreaking sobs in.
i cut back the branches you ensnared around my heart just to realize you also left your thorns deep in the ***** which i will have to agonizingly pull out one by one
I'm back. It seems like depression and anxiety always bring out the inspiration to write in me.
Stars twinkle while suspended in the dark sky above. Some dim, others bright; A handful hued, the majority white. From their perch beyond, and when their numbers appear multiplied as the moon is absent, they whisper, "destiny," to me.