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4.4k · Dec 2015
The Breeze
Ginelle Dec 2015
Your scent still lingers.
It reminds me of the winter breeze, so chill and cold to the bone; so brittle, yet joyful.
It reminds me of you: so sad and cold and empty, but still thriving to bring joy to others.
Thank you.
2.2k · Jul 2019
Mac Miller
Ginelle Jul 2019
."My regrets look just like texts I shouldn't send."

My heart leaps at the connection of lyrics. My depression formulates.
Reality hits me all at once.

"I got neighbours, they're more like strangers; we could be friends."

I look deeply into myself. I'm aware that I'm hidden beneath a façade. Could they ever accept the real me? Would they still fancy me?

"I just need a way out of my head. I'll do anything for a way out of my head."

Forever hidden, my emotions remain. This melody brings my subconscious to the surface. My persona preventing the reality and potential felicitations;

My thoughts scatter.

Am I still worthy of their affections?
I'm drunk and I miss being poetic.
I miss Mac so much.
1.6k · Mar 2016
Empty
Ginelle Mar 2016
my therapist
could never explain to me
why I would sleep walk into abandoned buildings
only to wake up
still feeling at home
follow @yungsad_ on twitter for more like this.
1.5k · Feb 2016
memory
Ginelle Feb 2016
i'm starting
to forget
the feeling of you stroking my hair
the way your hand intertwined with mine
the sound of your voice
the way you laugh
the passionate, deep and profound feeling of loving you

i'm starting
to forget
how to love you
what if i never learn how to love again?
1.5k · Dec 2015
Questions
Ginelle Dec 2015
I feel connected with humpity-dumpity,
"why would you say such a thing?"

I giggle and banter,
but in reality, I am humpity-dumpity;

i am broken
and cannot be *fixed
weird association, but true
1.5k · Feb 2016
Fascination
Ginelle Feb 2016
when i looked into those marvellous, brown eyes
i didn't see that shade of glittering brown;
i saw millions of tiny galaxies
and maybe that's why i adored you so much,
i saw the universe in your eyes
sometimes i think i'm over him.. sometimes i realize i'm not.
1.4k · Dec 2018
amusement park
Ginelle Dec 2018
our relationship is a rollercoaster i never want to get off of.
the rollercoaster escalates, our love blooms;
in the same movement, the rollercoaster dips
we fall, we crumble, we scream.
suddenly, it surges upwards
we hold hands, we laugh;
we drop,
the tunnel is dark.
i reach for your hand, but no one is there.
so i sit here in the shadows, waiting for the next jolt
on the rollercoaster ride i never want to get off of.
I'm still working on this.
I'll always love him.
Ginelle Jun 2016
i'm so in love with you
and i don't know how to make this into poetry
but just know that i love you
and i've tried over,
and over,
and over,
to write this;
but my eyes are filled with puddles that became waterfalls flowing down my face,
my fingers have blisters from grasping a pencil all day;
my hands are cramped from throwing out scrap, after scrap, after scrap of paper,
my nails are tinted with blood from smashing them against the keyboard.
i cannot find the words to turn my heartbreak into poetry,
but just know that i love you,
and i don't know when i'll stop.
june 7th would've been our anniversary. i miss you.
1.2k · Nov 2016
virginity
Ginelle Nov 2016
**** you
for taking the only part of me i can't get back
i was so in love with you
i thought you loved me, too
it's been a year
these memories won't fade
when will you no longer impact
*me
idk it's 4:15am and i came across an old skype conversation we had.
1.2k · Nov 2016
hallows eve --
Ginelle Nov 2016
they say the scariest things are
witches, werewolves, ghosts and ghouls;
but they never discuss the demons
that crawl into your mind just 3 hours after midnight.
so what should really scare me on hallowseve?
1.1k · Dec 2015
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Ginelle Dec 2015
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Intertwined hearts
shattered & broke
forced to be alone
on this harsh
cold
earth
this is an oldie. but i relate to it indefinitely.
1.1k · May 2016
i'm not
Ginelle May 2016
i'm not the diamond in every ring
i am not the splash in every raindrop
i am not the caffeine in your coffee

i am not the sugar in your taffy
i am not the stars in your night sky
i am no longer the sparkle behind your chocolate-coloured eyes

but i am the pain in your ensemble of distressing words
and unfortunately, i am no longer yours
@yungsad_ on twitter for poetry similar poetry.
1.0k · Jan 2016
Death
Ginelle Jan 2016
It's funny how the feeling in your chest can be intertwined with the intense feeling of passionate love and the feeling of ultimate death
i dont ******* know what i'm typing. sorry.
965 · May 2016
cannibal
Ginelle May 2016
I wonder what it's like
to know that even after a year,
every word you say still eats me up inside.
it does. it always will.
946 · May 2016
you.
Ginelle May 2016
i used to romanticize
blue eyes,
grey eyes,
green eyes,
and even hazel eyes;

but i never knew what it was like
to be touched in a way that made my heart skip beats,
or to feel ecstatic at the mention of a name;
i never knew what it was like
to make love with someone by only holding hands,
or how intertwined hands could send shivers to your core.
i never knew what it was like
to stare so deeply into dark, chocolate-coloured eyes,
and notice how they shimmer of gold while spontaneously shining like millions of tiny galaxies from a world i saw inside them.

i used to romanticize
blue eyes,
grey eyes,
green eyes,
and even hazel eyes;
i never romanticized brown eyes,
until i fell in love with you.
this took forever to write. it might be a lil rough around the edges. but it's true.
785 · Mar 2017
y o u
Ginelle Mar 2017
i want
to fix your broken
heart

i want
to touch your
soul

i want
to love (all of)
you
i promise this was supposed to be better.
776 · Dec 2015
The Tragedy
Ginelle Dec 2015
I will break you
and rip you to shreds
in the most beautiful
and outstanding way possible

When I leave,
you will question
whether it was bliss
or an misadventure
to your heart.
im sorry i couldnt be what you wanted me to be.
773 · May 2016
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Ginelle May 2016
-
what's it like to wake up and realize,
that even after a year of searching and scavenging,
you're still in love with the thing you ran away from
a year ago?



(unrequited).
it's gotten easier, but the dreams won't stop
773 · Nov 2017
soulmate
Ginelle Nov 2017
in those late, fragile hours
on those dark, desolate nights
my soul seems to wander the earth
searching for a heart that matches mine

if soulmates do exist
then it is true that my soul was cut in two;
Plato was not fallacious when he said the soul splits in two

once you caressed my hand in yours,
and our fingers intertwined
i knew that this was forever,
that we were forever,
when i saw my life in your eyes
*based on Plato's theory of soulmates.
770 · Nov 2015
The Addict
Ginelle Nov 2015
I'm addicted to you
Just like how I'm addicted to the sadness that courses through my veins
And the cigarettes that burn my lips
And the needles that leave bruises on my skin
But of all these addictions
You'd have to be the worst to ever touch my skin
723 · Jan 2017
don't
Ginelle Jan 2017
don't let others
write poetry about you
it'll start off with the stars in your eyes,
the strut in your walk,
the touch of your skin;

you'll read about the way you smile,
or the soft sent of rose your hair illuminates;
the way your voice flows like a sweet summer song,
or the way you never speak too little or too much.

don't let others write poetry about you
it'll start off with the stars in your eyes
but it'll always
end
in heartbreak.
three poets fell in love with me. the heartbreak was indefinite.
715 · Sep 2017
what if?
Ginelle Sep 2017
the gentle kiss on the lips
the smell of hunger in your breath
the taste of hennessy on your tongue
my fingers tangled in your hair

.  .  .

your lips lingered against my neck
the time stood still;
i glanced into those gleaming, beautiful, chocolate brown eyes

.  .  .

i always wonder,
what if?
i try not to think about it a lot, but talking to you always brings the memories back.
674 · Feb 2016
closure
Ginelle Feb 2016
I will always remember the time
you took my hand;
you took me to various places,
to beautiful pieces of land

I will never forget the time
you let go of my hand,
and I felt the world shatter inside of me
for a while I didn't understand

I will always remember
the time we spent during that fair-weather,
and slowly, but surely
I will piece myself back together

I will never forget
how you were like a fortune teller;
always a bellwether,
showing me that I will eventually have to untether

I will always remember* you, my friend
for am I still only a pinfeather
and you have helped me develop for the better
i got closure with my ex last night. i've never felt better. my anxiety is still  a little wonky, though
648 · Oct 2016
advice
Ginelle Oct 2016
my father once said,
"no one will ever love you
the way you love them"

. . .
i never understood what he meant,
until your eyes stopped sparkling
sigh.
623 · Jul 2016
help
Ginelle Jul 2016
through my tears
they cry,
for you.
i lost you a long time ago.
where do my tears think they are
going?
you never left me
620 · Jul 2016
please
Ginelle Jul 2016
the words you left me with
left me feeling drunk
i couldn't grasp the concept of you leaving me
in my incoherent dreams
i got drunk over, and over again
just to hear the message you left;
*"i love you"
i can't handle this alone. it's worse without you
611 · Dec 2015
SCREAMS
Ginelle Dec 2015
SCREAMING
SCREAMS
SCREAM
SCREAMING
I DID NOT DESERVE
THE POUNDING YOU GAVE
MY POOR LITTLE, FRAGILE HEART
I GAVE
AND GAVE
AND GAVE
BUT WITH THE TEARS IN MY EYES
AND THE SCREAMS WITHIN
I BEGGED YOU TO STAY:
"PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME,
I LOVE YOU,
I CAN'T GO ON WITHOUT --"
BUT YOU THREW ME AWAY
6:42am thoughts. ignore me.
601 · Nov 2015
Nostalgia
Ginelle Nov 2015
Take me back to summer
Where the time was simpler
And the love was greater
Where you held my hand
And held me 'till I was better

Take me back to the time where our love was still alive.
this is really stupid. i'm just super sad about my love life right now. ignore me.
596 · Mar 2017
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Ginelle Mar 2017
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it was never about you;
those words were written as a form of art –
each word planned and meticulously placed.

it was always about the broken smile romanticized in books, plays and films;
or the way a single strand of hair paralleled with the pigment of the morning sun.
it was how your features resembled the most artistic and aesthetically pleasing parts of the world.

these poems represented the “honeymoon stage” of a relationship,
[our relationship]
a façade;

when you read these poems,
remember that they’re a form of art;
you were the poison behind the inspiration,
you were never the art.
everything about you was a lie. i was in love with the honeymoon, never your eclipse.
589 · Mar 2017
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502 · Dec 2015
We Were Red
Ginelle Dec 2015
Everything surrounding you was red
The clothing we threw on the floor when making love
The sheets on your bed
The marks on my neck
The kisses on your cheek
The love we shared
The exhaustion surrounding the room
The anger leaving our tired vocal cords
The emotional beats we gave each other
The screaming
The yelling

The only thing that wasn't red when you left was me
I was blue.
devastating breakups. i'm still in love with him.
496 · Nov 2015
Dear you,
Ginelle Nov 2015
i think i loved you so much because i gave you my heart and soul
but then all you did was run away with it, never to return
so now i’m sitting here, stuck, with nothing to give anymore

i hope you’re giving them a safe home.
i'm sorry this is quite terrible. i'm distraught in my thoughts right now.
471 · Feb 29
Soulmates (redone)
Ginelle Feb 29
In those late, fragile hours
on those dark, desolate nights
my soul seems to wander the earth
searching for a heart that matches mine

if soulmates do exist
then i'm missing a puzzle twain
Plato wasn't fallacious when he said the soul splits a brace

once you cradled my hand in yours,
our fingers dance, entwined;
I sensed this eternal connection,
that we are forever, intricately aligned
worked really hard to repair this. what do we think?
463 · May 2017
Air
Ginelle May 2017
Air
with every waking moment, the world around me intensifies
it feels like drowning
but drowning with every breath i take
every gasp of air, every moment i inhale
the lungs inside me collapse
"help!" my body screams
but only a small whimper
escapes my lips
being alive, being awake -- it feels like hell.
429 · Nov 2015
Abandonment
Ginelle Nov 2015
Why is it that when I think of you
I see a picture of a place I used to call home
An abandoned building, if you will
An abandoned home;

I scurry to find a way to get back in
but there's none -- there's zero; it's locked
I stand there in grief, staring into the abyss of broken promises
to just turn and walk the somber streets alone

I walk these solemn streets with a head full of muck in hopes to find a new place to call home
but in all reality you were the only thing that ever gave colour to the house I used to live in alone
392 · Feb 2017
him
Ginelle Feb 2017
him
the world around me spins,
it's always so blurry;

but you, you're always crystal clear
i'm so happy you're alive.
371 · Nov 2016
a novel
Ginelle Nov 2016
i always write and rewrite,
and then i read and reread
about all the sadness and heartache that consumes my soul.
for once i want to read about someone else being broken
someone else besides me
but what?
343 · Jul 2016
drunk
Ginelle Jul 2016
empty
was never a feeling
until i was wasted, drugged out of my face,
incoherent;
buzzed.
the world was blurry
were you a clown or just the face of the moon?
you left me sad,
i numbed it out --
with drugs, alcohol; whatever i could get.
i loved you.. forever and always
please don't forget me,
i could never forget you
come back, i love you so
i am drunk and it only flows now
330 · Nov 2015
Untitled
Ginelle Nov 2015
missing you comes in waves; the hurt hits me just like the waves hit the shore -- indefinitely.
not a poem.. it's just how i feel right now. sorry.
323 · Jun 2016
?
Ginelle Jun 2016
?
you fill me with feelings
but leave me with questions
"i love you"
"i want you"
"i worry about you"
we haven't talked in months;
you left me in the dark
probably about cristian or something.
318 · Sep 2016
elastic memory
Ginelle Sep 2016
i know how to get over you
i know how to pull the elastic on my wrist to forget you

i don't know how many more years have to pass for me to completely forget you
i don't know how much longer this heartbreak will last

i need to forget you;
but what if i don't want too?
i miss how you once held me
316 · Jun 2016
f i r s t
Ginelle Jun 2016
my heart will go on
and my love will spread to others,
soon you'll be like a whisper in the wind;
but the others will never compare to *you
the whisper never fades.
314 · Sep 2016
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Ginelle Sep 2016
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maybe i use the drugs to numb out the pain you left me with
it doesn't get easier
313 · Feb 2017
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Ginelle Feb 2017
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O,
to stop breathing --
what a wonderful feeling that would be
i honestly wish i was ******* dead.
304 · Jul 2016
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Ginelle Jul 2016
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i didn't know upon meeting you that you would make my heart skip beats;
i wish you didn't.
i can't write poetry anymore because i don't know how to feel anymore.
295 · Dec 2015
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Ginelle Dec 2015
-
you found me in the dark
hiding from the monsters
inside my **thoughts
depressed thoughts in the am. it's a regular thing now.
Ginelle Apr 3
The very first time I remember you, we're playing tag in the schoolyard,
and you're chasing me through the fields, and I love you.
The next time I remember you, I’ve fallen in the fields
I search for you through teary eyes, but only see that you don’t love me back.
I've stopped trying to find a universe where you help me up from my fall,
because the end result always stays the same. In every version, my heart still calls your name.
Our love is always tumultuous, and you always ask for forgiveness. You attribute it to my kindness, but I reserve my sentiments as wistfulness.
I flick through our multiverse of madness like a child’s storybook,
trying to find where it went wrong and if there is a universe where it could be repaired.
In alternate realities, I watch as you’ve declared your love for someone else. Each time I rewind is like a dagger through my chest.
Ah, but I don’t blame you; I’ll never burn as brilliantly as you. I’d chase you across ten, twenty-five, a hundred lifetimes until I find the one where you’ll return to me.
original poem: https://www.shousetsubangbang.com/mirror/25-lives/

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