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Devon Webb Dec 2014
We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.
It's worth it though.
2.6k · Dec 2014
Incapable (10w)
Devon Webb Dec 2014
I keep
forgetting to
forget you,
neglecting to
regret you.
2.0k · Dec 2014
Heartburn
Devon Webb Dec 2014
I had to look up
the word
'dating'
on Urban Dictionary
because I didn't know
what we were,
what we are.

And it said things like
'a socially acceptable
form of prostitution' and
'feelings of
puppy love that usually
dissolve
in a few weeks'.

But this is
not
puppy love.
This is not going to
dissolve or
fizzle out or
whatever,
you're not a
fizzle
you're a *******
fireworks display.

And you turn
everything in my head
into this
multi-coloured
turbulence and
I can't keep up with
how much I
adore you.

But the thing is
I don't know
if your view
is as good as mine.
What if you're
looking at something
a little less
beautiful.

What if I'm your
fizzle.

What if I'm as
temporary
as the flame you use
to light the
cigarettes
you find more
addictive
than my touch.

If that's the case
I'd rather
I left you
craving.

Because
if I'm your flame
you're my
forest fire
and you're burning
it all down until
the only thing left
standing is
you.

And I'll walk for
miles across this
carpet of ashes
just to feel the
softness of your skin
against mine.

And I'll cough
and I'll splutter
on toxic smoke
but you'll just
breathe it in because
you never realised anything
was even
lost.

You don't see me
crawl
you just know that
I'm here,
I'm here
I made it
I'm yours
I'll always be yours
because there's
nothing else
left.

And maybe
I can be
content with that
if only
you will see
that
you could burn down
everything
and I still
wouldn't put you
out.
1.8k · Jan 2015
Longest Day
Devon Webb Jan 2015
The longest day
I've ever known
was the one I
wasted
waiting
for you to miss me
1.7k · Dec 2014
Distance (10w)
Devon Webb Dec 2014
Silences stretch
between us
like bridges that
we'll never
cross
1.6k · Dec 2014
Bubble-Wrap
Devon Webb Dec 2014
I can see myself
destroying
my own dignity,
popping it like
bubble-wrap
and watching as it
deflates
under my
forcible
fingertips.
1.6k · May 2015
Lighter
Devon Webb May 2015
Love is like
a cigarette:
temporary,
but worthless
if kept
unlit.
1.5k · Nov 2014
Bonfire
Devon Webb Nov 2014
Light up our backs,
bonfire,
burn,
burn us down
until we float
to the ground
as ashes,
ashen dust,
till death do we
ignite
the lives of those around
us
like city lights
or stars that
don't go out.
Outline.
Framed.
Posture
picture
perfect
Hanging
in this moment,
immortalised,
ageless,
free
like the flames
which lick
the velvet skin of
night,
engulfing our
shadows
as we stand
with our backs to the
stories
they told

- children
of the fire.
1.5k · May 2015
Synonyms
Devon Webb May 2015
I can only use
so many
synonyms
for the word
'love'
before I say
what I really mean.
1.5k · Dec 2014
Disillusionment
Devon Webb Dec 2014
My dearest darling
we were
doomed
from the start,
disillusioned and
dangling
from our
disproportionate
determination,
left to drown
in the
dreams
gone to waste.
1.4k · Mar 2015
Tragedy
Devon Webb Mar 2015
They say to
write what you know
but I'm just so
sick of
tragedies
1.4k · Nov 2014
Empty-Handed
Devon Webb Nov 2014
All I ever got
out of loving you
was a snog and a
fuckload
of poetry.
1.4k · Jan 2015
Incomplete
Devon Webb Jan 2015
I turn my heart
upside-down
for you,
shaking it
out and allowing
the contents to
clatter
to the ground
where they remain,
lain out around
your feet
because you have
no need
for the little pieces
of me
and so I stay

incomplete.
Unfinished but hey
1.4k · Jan 2015
Worth (5w)
Devon Webb Jan 2015
You're not
worth my
poetry
1.3k · May 2015
Masterpiece
Devon Webb May 2015
Covered in
hickeys
and cigarette smoke
- art is
interpretation
and I
am a masterpiece
1.3k · Dec 2014
An Instruction
Devon Webb Dec 2014
I want you to
pick something.
It can be anything:
integrity,
last Thursday,
your grandmother's
socks.
I don't care what it is
but I want you to
pick that something
out of all the
other somethings
and I want you to
believe in it,
I want you to
scrunch your eyes
up tight and
slow your breathing and
put all your energy
into that singular
belief.
And while you are
busy believing in that
something
I will believe
in you.
1.3k · May 2015
Too
Devon Webb May 2015
Too
It's hard to stop
loving
the things that
hurt you,
especially when
they're hurting
too.
1.2k · Dec 2014
Stone Cold (10w)
Devon Webb Dec 2014
If you told me
you cared
I wouldn't
believe you.
1.2k · Jan 2015
Pick Up
Devon Webb Jan 2015
I'll give you a moment to
pick up your life
and then we'll see if
I'm in your hands or
still on the
floor.
1.2k · Nov 2014
Sleeves
Devon Webb Nov 2014
I wonder if you
ever wore your
heart on the
sleeve
of the shirt
I stole.

Regardless,
I'm sure
that there's space
for mine.
1.2k · Mar 2015
Defeat
Devon Webb Mar 2015
I was so willing to
fight for you
but you took away
my armour and
stabbed me
in the back.
1.1k · Jan 2015
Make or Break
Devon Webb Jan 2015
I won't let my
heart be broken
by someone
who doesn't know
how it was
made
1.1k · Nov 2014
Height Difference
Devon Webb Nov 2014
I like to think
I'm too big
to be broken,
I'm so high
above
all of that
- but you're the one
who brings me
back to Earth
and says
that I'm only
five foot
tall.
Short girl problems
1.1k · Dec 2014
Noose (10w)
Devon Webb Dec 2014
I'll make you a
noose of
kisses
around your neck
1.1k · Nov 2014
Stages of Our Love
Devon Webb Nov 2014
Pointy shoulder blade
- yours - digging into my cheek
Comfortable pain.

Now you hold my hand
Fingers threaded between mine
Hold it forever.

Interlocking limbs
You draw me in closer still:
Don't ever let go.

Fingertips tracing
(Please excuse my sweaty back)
Painting words on skin.

Your lips against mine
Tongues searching for an answer
How it came to this.

Though we won't complain
Laugh it off in the morning -
Just please don't forget.
Something I wrote a while ago, all in haikus
1.1k · Dec 2014
Swimming Lessons (10w)
Devon Webb Dec 2014
Teach me to
swim
in the
sound-waves
of your voice.
1.1k · May 2015
Melting
Devon Webb May 2015
We were
on fire while
skating on ice

melting

where we stood.
How it felt to love you.
1.0k · May 2015
Stick and Poke
Devon Webb May 2015
This will fade
like a stick and poke tattoo
but the heart is
a sensitive place
and right now,
it hurts.
1.0k · Dec 2014
Hands
Devon Webb Dec 2014
Your hands fit
perfectly into my
skinny spaces
as if the
primary-school outline
of your palm
was drawn
just for me.
1.0k · Jan 2015
Box
Devon Webb Jan 2015
Box
I packed my past-lovers
into a box and
put it on the
top shelf of
things been and gone,
leaving it to
gather dust
like a heart
gathers apathy.
1.0k · Mar 2015
Maps
Devon Webb Mar 2015
He traced maps
on my back
with the tips
of his fingers
as if I was
the whole world
974 · Nov 2014
Marvel
Devon Webb Nov 2014
Don't
you ever
marvel
at the
crazy
bigness
of the
world?
959 · Mar 2015
Self (10w)
Devon Webb Mar 2015
She seemed to
fall in love
with everyone
but herself
959 · Feb 2015
Lost
Devon Webb Feb 2015
He told me he was
lost
but didn't let me
find him
943 · Dec 2014
Drunk Kisses (10w)
Devon Webb Dec 2014
I wish I was
sober enough
to kiss you
properly
900 · May 2015
Wallpaper
Devon Webb May 2015
One moment
I was in your life
- in every single
nook
and cranny,
trying to
smooth out
your broken edges
the same way
you smoothed out
mine.
But that was only
for a moment,
and the next
I was gone.

You cleared me out,
got a paint job and
fresh wallpaper,
stripping me of
mine
and leaving me
naked and
alone and
bare.

Don't you care?
Don't you care that
I had made a happy
home
in your heart
even though I'd
only just moved in
and the previous
resident had
left their mark?

I don't know what to
say other than
god ******,
I've got space for you,
the keys in the lock and
you don't even need to knock
because
I'll be waiting.

So please,
please make room for me
because I've never felt
so beautiful as when
you took the word and
translated it into
a hundred thousand
gestures and
expressions
and precious memories.

My wallpaper's
torn right through
but I can stick it back
together
if only you give me the
permission.

You don't have to
keep on living in
broken homes.

So just let me
try and fix the
one we made.
Not my best but oh well
896 · Dec 2014
Porcelain Angels
Devon Webb Dec 2014
Porcelain angels
are delicate things
and darling,
you broke
your own wings.
890 · Nov 2014
Sophia
Devon Webb Nov 2014
I never said goodbye.
Instead I let you fall,
further and further
until you left the hope
that was my
peripheral vision.

I could not have you.
I could not keep you.
I could not keep the
simple pleasures
that are met alongside the
empty-handed.
I was forced to leave without
a whisper in your ear
to say that
you are beautiful.

And if I had said it
what would we be?
What would you have done
had you known?

But I cannot wonder
on answers I lack.
Questions that will remain
static
but only in my past.

Do not forget me.
Do not forget the things
I never said.
The reason for the
smiles
I didn't show.

We are the past:
The distant memories,
hazy slur of another time.
Soon your face will
lose its features
somewhere in my mind,
the sound of your voice
will be
silenced.

But remember my name.
Hold on,
keep it in a drawer
by your bed,
check to see if it is still there
every night before the
sleep of dreams
void of my face and the way
we danced.

Pray,
do not forget.
Wrote this ages ago so quite different from my other stuff but thought I'd share anyway
889 · Feb 2015
Loose Change
Devon Webb Feb 2015
You dropped me
like loose change into
a homeless man's
Burger King
cup.

I would have preferred
to be thrown,
to be
smashed
into a hundred
thousand shards of
broken cardiac muscle
- because at least
that would mean you had
made an
effort.

I wanted you to
push me away with
all of your strength,
leaving me to trip
and fall
right out of
love with you.

But you merely
nudged me aside
- too weak to break the
chewing-gum strands
which stretched
between my lips
and yours.

I was
stuck and
I was
craving,
maybe out of habit
rather than desire.

Too short to reach
the emergency exit
I was left
wishing you had made me
feel a little
taller.
There were twelve inches
worth of difference
between us,
everything that you
were and I
was not.

But I guess I got it
wrong.

You are not
six feet
two inches
of man
You are
six feet
two inches
of cowardice  
and your
extra large
t-shirts correspond
to your
extra large
apathy.

Because you didn't
care.

You didn't care about
my five foot
inferiority complex
or the five feet
of reassurance
it would have taken
to make me
feel worth
something.

But I will not be
confined
to the gap between
your height
and mine.

I have the strength
to pull myself away
and snap
those chewing-gum
strands
I don't need you
to make the effort
I'll make it
myself.

And if you still feel
inclined
to drop me
like loose change,
that's a **** lucky
homeless man.
889 · Nov 2014
Harm
Devon Webb Nov 2014
If I were ever
to damage
myself
it would only be
so that I
could bleed
poetry.
869 · Feb 2015
Submerged
Devon Webb Feb 2015
Help me,
I'm going to
drown
in my own
stream of
consciousness
855 · Dec 2014
Fragments (10w)
Devon Webb Dec 2014
My heart is
fragmented
but you fill the
empty spaces
835 · Apr 2015
Perfections
Devon Webb Apr 2015
I had all these little
perfections
hung across my life
like fairy lights
but now they're gone
and it will take my
eyes a while
to adjust
to the dark.
780 · Dec 2014
Seamless (10w)
Devon Webb Dec 2014
You somehow
seamlessly exceed
my expectations
time
and time
again
750 · Nov 2014
White Noise
Devon Webb Nov 2014
I make up
conversations
in my head
constructed from the
words you never
say.

I still can't decide
if silence
would be preferable.
745 · Dec 2014
Prisoner (10w)
Devon Webb Dec 2014
I am
imprisoned
in consciousness,
searching
for an
escape
745 · Dec 2014
See-Saw
Devon Webb Dec 2014
This love of ours
is like
a see-saw:
the only difference is
that normally
I'm stuck at
the top.
Too much self-doubt is never stable.
732 · Nov 2014
October 10th
Devon Webb Nov 2014
There are some things
I don't think I'll
ever tell you:
like how I
shook
on the bus ride here
and planned my outfit
five days in
advance.
I won't ever
tell you because
you won't ever
need to know.
You see,
once we were actually
face to face
everything just
clicked
for the first time in
far too long.

I didn't get an
opportunity
to consider falling
for you,
it just happened
like missing
a step in the dark.
And I didn't get a
say
in the matter
but if I had I
don't think I'd have
fallen
any less hard.

I've never believed
in forevers
but I'm ok
with the possibility:
I'm ok with
just this one sunset
out of all the
millions
gone and
yet to come,
just this one sunset
with you
next to me
singing out of tune and
everything
surrounded by
water.

Get lost with me.
Let's forget about
time,
I like it best when
none of that matters.
You say we've got
all these hours
to **** but
let's not waste them
because it's
one more hour
with you
and I don't know when
I'll get another.

I am hanging on the
ends of the words
you don't speak,
searching for something
in our eye contact that
may or may not
be there.
Because
like I said
I don't believe in
forevers
but I sure as hell
believe
in the chance.
730 · Nov 2014
Poet's Law
Devon Webb Nov 2014
Poetry
stops
the brain
and starts
the heart.
728 · Feb 2015
Nothing to Lose
Devon Webb Feb 2015
Walking on
shattered dreams like
broken glass;
piercing the soles of
my feet like the
soul of my
heart.

Untied my laces and
slipped off
my shoes;
it's hard to
let go when you've
nothing to
lose.
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