Even when I want to die,
I draw careless flowers on blank sheets.

There is beauty in the world,
But not within me.

Memories once wrapped in silk
are now collecting
on the windowsill.
And I've traced outlines in the dust,
placing heavy exhales where
words were meant to be.

And I look at her,
and she is so trusting
of love, and I'm trying
to find beauty in these endings.

-k.p//silk laced memories

I remember falling in love and now I'm falling apart,
Cause I lost myself in him,
and then
I lost him.

he was e cord and sunset lover,
and I was vanilla and cold weather.

he spoke of love in different languages,
i gave my boring self in quickened stages.

he was marveled at,
and i was passed by.

he lost touch with my heart,
and I never knew why.
-i.w.

When I was young I used to make little books out of pieces of paper and write stories about talking animals and vampires.
Now I am older and writing actual books. It seems to be the only thing that's stuck with me.

I'm sitting in a room full of people right now, and not hiding my paper because I know no one is paying attention.

I used to love myself, I don't know what happened. I used to be full of love and passion and energy, and now I am ashamed of it.

When I was young I used to play with dolls and make up stories of romance and adventure.
Now I'm older and still haven't been loved. I tend to think my younger self wouldn't be proud of that.

I used to cry a lot when people were mean or I lost my way.
Now I haven't cried in months. I think I may haven't gotten used to pain.

I used to sing into my hairbrush and act out monologues.
Now I am afraid to speak my dreams.

I used to love everyone,
now I see how little they care. I don't know if it's because I've lost touch with reality or fully indulged in it.

I used to be a very different person. I am just trying to make her proud, I should've never let them change me.

Silent lips
and wishful stares,
I wonder if you
see her there.

Only if you
really knew,
just how bad
I wanted you,

Hopeful thoughts
were all amiss,
until your eyes
caught on my lips.

And then a twist,
you look to me,
and then decide there's
more to see.