ConstantEscape

ConstantEscape Sep 2014

My mind rages
like a fire in a wooden house
as it tries to work out
why i feel so frustrated

My mind blossoms
like a flower on spring morning
as it tries to understand
why i am so happy

My mind goes on and on
and can't stop thinking
and I realised that it was all about you

It wasn't about your mysterious eyes
or your shy little personality,
all I was thinking of
was simply you.

As a whole.
Not as fragments.

It has been a while since
I have felt this way
and i finally know it means
I'm falling for you.

Even if your eyes haven't met mine
yet.

ConstantEscape Sep 2014

Sleep

Just a minute ago
i told myself
i would go to sleep

but sleep seems like
a totally different universe
and suddenly
i don't want to run from reality

because i have met you

ConstantEscape Sep 2014

10.55

My eyes are weary
and my soul is barely functioning
yet all I can think about is
you

and I think it says a lot about
me
and I how I feel for you.

I don't really know
I just keep writing
about you

ConstantEscape Sep 2014

10 things about the new guy

1) It didn't take any words
for me to fall in love with you
I guess it's true
there is such thing as
love at first sight.

2) The first time I said hi
was also the first time
you took a real look at me
but the moment was gone
as fast as it came.

3) Since I laid eyes on you,
you have never left my mind
and i'm actually quite glad
you won't.

4) You're the shy boy
that hides behind
his sleeve and I can't help
but falling in love with you.

5) It has been a long time
since someone has made
my heart beat so fast
my head spin round and around.

6) You were the first
to make me feel something
in a long time.

7) I think I've never seen you smile
and I can't believe
I'm already hooked on something
I've never known in my life.

8) I don't want to
get to know you
because maybe
if I start to get to know you
I may start
falling out of love with you.

9) But I really want to be with you.

10) I know I'm never going
to be good enough
for you though.

I think I've found you.

ConstantEscape Sep 2014

Numb

They always say that
they feel numb after a heartbreak
that the pain doesn't really
reach their hearts

and I try, I tried to not let it get to me
but I couldn't

I remember lying on my bed
in the middle of the night
trying to let sleep take me as my
emotions flooded over me

and i try, i tried to not let it get to me
but i couldn't

the pain was so raw in my heart
easily separating all the happiness
from my poor fragile limbs

and i try, i tried to not let it get to me
but i couldn't

i don't remember me feeling numb
as i got over him breaking my heart

i only feel numb now,
because i no longer have feelings for him
ever since
i laid eyes on
you.

I think I'm finally over you.

ConstantEscape Jul 2014

Language Barrier

All of us are going around
trying to speak with a foreign language
attempting to connect

our minds
our souls

but maybe it takes more than
just words to connect
maybe it takes
strength
freedom
might

saying words like promise or vow to
doesn't really make us connect

it's all language barriers for our souls

our generation
needs more than just that
we need to care

we need to ask about each
others days because that
only shows how much
our souls really want to
understand each other

or
we could just kiss

ConstantEscape Apr 2014

how do you turn a heartbreak into poetry?

how do you turn a heartbreak into poetry?

1. you let your overflowing emotions fill your abbys to the brim until all you can do left is pick up a pen and let the ink stain the pages with memories and thoughts.

2. you burn all the pictures (and all the gifts he has ever given you) with the fuel in your veins that has kept the flame in your heart burning for so long.

3. you replace your dreams with thoughts and you lay awake in your bed because sleeping means dreaming and it hurts too much to see him in your dreams.

4. you smile and pretend you have the whole world in your hands because you do, even if it is just an atom of it. it counts.

5. you pick up the broken pieces and stitch them back together with late night dreams and morning poetry (because no one else would bother to fix you)