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celestial Mar 2014
nights without you //

i //
i go to bed at ten,
aiming for eight hours of rest.
my thoughts are whispers,
that won't leave me alone.
the clock ticks twelve
and i am asleep.

ii //
i go to bed at twelve,
a little later than the last night,
a little sadder than the latter.
i crawl into a ball,
but my warmth doesn't
stop the thoughts from
pounding in my head;
bouncing of the walls of my mind

iii //
i go to bed at two a.m.
with determination in my eyes
and conquer on my mind,
to fall asleep.
but by four,
i am taunted and teased
again by the thoughts
and voices
and this time,
the memories of us.

iv //
i go to bed at five a.m.
but fail to sleep.
the monster in me
is slowly growing
to the point where
i can no longer take it.
in one quick move,
i defeat the monster
i defeat myself.

v //
i am asleep,
in a different bed;
a different world.
a world where
i am asleep
*forever
appropriate to the amount of non-existent sleep i got this week.
celestial Apr 2014
and it aggravates me that
i know
you don't owe me and
that i'm not yours,
yet when i see you
with someone else
i can't help but
feel betrayed
by someone
whose lips
will never
speak my
name.
celestial Apr 2014
in class
they asked us
if we were
afraid of the dark

no i'm not afraid
of the dark that
fills my room
at two a.m.

i'm not afraid of the dark
that engulfs
underground caves
or the darkness
submerged deep in
the atlantic ocean

but
i'm afraid of the dark
that seeps through
every fissure
and crevice
of my splintered heart;
the blackness that
cascades through
my veins
and the gloom
that fills my lungs
(with no room
for oxygen.)

yes, i'm afraid
of a certain kind
of darkness:
the kind that can't
be illuminated
by a flashlight
celestial Mar 2014
i regret not
telling you

(how i felt)

because in
all   of  my
daydreams
you     said
everything
i wanted to
          hear.
celestial Apr 2014
it's unfortunate that i forgot
to put a fragile sign on my heart
because when i started to give it away
the receiver certainly did not
*handle with care
celestial Apr 2014
and i wish
(every morning)
that it will
become easier.
celestial Apr 2014
i think i fell
more in love
with the person
i made up
in my head
than the person
sitting right
in front of me.
celestial May 2014
they say
your first love hurts
but so does
your second
your third
your fourth

your last
when youre lying
on the floor
with cuts
deeper than the
first one.
celestial Mar 2014
every night i go to bed
and i feel incomplete

every morning i wake up
and i feel unsatisfactory

every day i go to class
and i feel inferior

all i feel is
flawed
flawed
flawed.
:(
celestial Apr 2014
your bitter words
felt like
heavy footprints
on my heart
(it's been awhile since i've posted! hello again!)
celestial Mar 2014
"Please tell me you don't believe in forever. It's so cliché."

"I don't need to believe in forever when I've got you."
celestial Mar 2014
(i) will never forget
the day the sun
(forgave) the moon
for coming out
too late.

nor will i forget
the day that (you)
came too late.

i said i didn't
forgive you,
because
(after) everything
blurred in my mind,
the notion
of (you) (disappeared).

**and i didn't want
someone who was
a disappearing act.
celestial Mar 2014
a simple hello can
be turned into
  a complicated
*goodbye.
celestial Mar 2014
if only it were easy
to *"just get over him!"
celestial Mar 2014
she yearns for freedom;
and craves to be liberated.
she wants to be released
like a bird, she says.
but i look at her
and whisper,
*even the birds are
chained to the sky.
(the last quote is from bob dylan)
celestial Mar 2014
i want to bury you in my ribs
and say that i breathe you in

i want to stretch out my fingers
and braid them with yours
so i can say we're intertwined

i just want to take the literal meaning
of these words and show you
how much i love you
first poem, yay!
celestial Mar 2014
i am not in love,
nor am i out of love, just
stuck in the middle.
celestial Apr 2014
i hate how i always
seem to forgot to
cherish every moment
when it occurs

i hate how i always
seem to forgot to
cherish every person
while i am loving them

so a year later,
when i look back
at those memories;
well, that's all these
places and people
become.

they become
**memories.
celestial Mar 2014
it is midnight on
friday and i hope she's not
thinking about him.
celestial Apr 2014
it's agonizing to know
that the remains of
the touch from
your delicate hands
that were
on my body

(and my soul)

will now be
placed everywhere
onto another
girl
celestial Mar 2014
you are like the sun
and i am like the moon.
your brightness always overpowers mine.

people are waiting
always waiting,
for your rays to come out
and enlighten them.
but when i, the moon,
am out
everyone goes home.
there is no rush to see me.

nobody wants the moon.
nobody wants *me
( nobody wants the moon except for the stars :) )
celestial Mar 2014
we are constantly looking for the
approval from others.

when making a decision,
there is always that quick glance
to our friend
to make sure we picked
the right answer.

                                                        ­            *why


why do we need authentication
for our personalities; our choices?


*we don't live for other people
inspired by :
"If they don’t need you, it’s okay. You do not live for other people." - Kyo
celestial May 2014
and when you realize
that i don't need to be
fixed or saved
when you realize
that you can't just
glue me up or
tape me fixed
when you realize that
all i need is love
and not mending
when you realize that some
brokenness can't be fixed

you can come back
and i will let you.
celestial Mar 2014
sure*, i wanted to be yours,
but, really, more than anything,
i wanted to be mine.
celestial Apr 2014
as the hot water
cascades over my body
and the dull gleam
of the procelain bathtub
blurs in my
peripheral vision,
i am in a slight trance
of contemplation.

*(as simple as
they may seem
showers truly are
the best times
to think.)
celestial Apr 2014
i think you have
clusters of stars
in your veins
because you
are brighter
than the night sky.
celestial Apr 2014
"stop missing him,"*
i whisper to myself
as i try to wash
your name
out of my mouth;
bathe my body
from your touch
and cleanse my soul
from your love.
celestial Apr 2014
ten words just isn't
enough
to describe
how i feel.
celestial Mar 2014
why is it always
3 in the morning ?

why isn't it ever
10 in the morning
after you got in a fight
with your boss
and you feel like
sandpaper
is smoother than your throat

                                                 why isn't it ever
                                             4 in the afternoon
                                       after you've had a long day
                                        and your heart feels heavy
                                             your head feels weak
                                      and all your friends are gone

why isn't it ever
9 at night
when you have the worst
breakup of your life
and you feel like you can't go on


              but no,
           it's always
    3 in the morning
   because that's when
     you truly realize
       how much you  
        hate your life.
celestial Mar 2014
you were the de(f)inition of
toxic.

yo(u) took control
and never let go,
with a (c)onstant
deathly grip on my soul.

could you have been
any more aggressive?
only god (k)nows.

but i know one thing.
i left (y)ou,
as soon as i c(o)uld,
and
i'm
f(u)cking glad i did.
(read the italicized / brackets)
celestial Mar 2014
i looked at your picture
so often
that i could no longer
recognize you.

*(maybe i had been looking too closely)
celestial Mar 2014
you never loved me,
(and i was never yours)
but you managed to
break my heart anyways.
celestial Mar 2014
ves·tige /ˈvestij/ noun.

a trace of something that is disappearing or no longer exists.


there is still a vestige
of love for you
left in my heart.

there is still a vestige
of the words that you
whispered to me
at night;
etched in my skin.

there is still a vestige
of your kisses
lingering
on my lips.

there is still a vestige
of *you

in
me.
i really hope i used "vestige" in the correct context (haha...)
celestial Mar 2014
i always break down those
walls you can't keep up.
(you should try harder)
celestial Mar 2014
you'll notice
every inch of his skin,
like his prominent
collarbones
or how hollow
his cheekbones are

and you'll be
captivated by how
shadows easily nestle
into all of
his features

and then you will
know that i
have looked at
those same features
and have already
been enraptured
by them,
myself.
celestial Mar 2014
there's a trace of you
in every piece i write.
celestial Apr 2014
the laugh lines
that encompass the
curve of your smile
only exhibit
the nights and days
that we spent
relishing life
(and each other)
like we thought
it would last

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