some churches have bones,
and a graveyard for all the prayers
god didn't answer
you'll find her writing poems on cemetery flowers, and reading them to ghosts who aren't ready for goodbye
we are old buildings
covered in the scent
but once we were loved
and someone cared enough
not to let the dust settle
the sun doesn't shine in your world, and i wonder why. perhaps it's because you choose to write all your poems in the clouds.
i want to be the reason there is light inside your eyes again. the reason you worship the sunrise, instead of clinging red knuckled to the end of each dying day.
one day the rain didn't come
her suicide note read,
i'm sorry i was nothing more than a life of falling
i no longer speak to the wind,
she doesn't listen,
and she blows whichever way she wants
to climb over the clouds
and float through a mountain
i met no resistance
i faced it head on,
until i became it,
i don't know
how to move
of such power
perhaps, we are better off small
#mountain #power #weight #unassuming #clouds #small #onedayatatime
you cannot burn down history
it's not made of wood,
but hearts, skin,
and that empty feeling in your chest
i think how we need to be loved as adults stems from our childhood (or lack thereof).
if you were abandoned, you need to be smothered, to know every second that you're adored. but as a child you were always alone, so the very love you crave makes you feel suffocated and crawling white knuckled to get out.
and so this war rages inside of us, until we have exhausted ourselves & perhaps those who were brave enough to extend their hands.
some doors shouldn't be opened, but humans have such a violent need to be loved,
so we break the locks and let the demons in
some people never leave.
they're always inside you,
crushing your glass bones,
and setting fire to your paper heart
i can only write of you,
and you will live here with me
for as long as my hands can hold a pen
you meet her,
and all the wars inside you grow silent
you love her,
and that's when you realize,
she's the only thing
worth the pain of ****** hands
everything* he says is poetry
and i am still learning how to speak
you will miss her the most
when you walk through the forest
holding the hand of a girl
who does not like trees
all the boys she loved were abandoned churches
with no forwarding address
until the day she knocked down his door
and walked into a cathedral
sometimes i go outside
i look at the sky
will i ever see your face
the wind kisses my skin
gently blowing lace from my shoulder
and i can't tell you
how many times
i've imagined it's your hands
sometimes i go outside
to undress with the sky & the stars
and every time i do
i hope the night has come,
and he is watching
fall in love with a boy
who makes the world spin a little slower,
but still holds onto your hands
as if life were his final dance
there is a tall boy living inside my chest
he is the fingerprints all over my memories
he's why i stand at the edge of this cliff,
and why the view burns my lungs
he is the reason i breathe
and the reason i can't
he is the answer to every question
and why i'm always asking more
he is the mist hovering over the ocean,
sometimes i can't see him
but i know he's always there
he is the reason i feel small
and why my hands can touch the sky
he is the tall boy living inside my chest
and even death will not take him away
maybe yours would be hands that stay
or your eyes, stars that won't burn out
maybe your waves would keep reaching,
instead of relentlessly leaving the shore
but i have said goodbye to parts of myself
and i know they'll never come back
the parts that love
the pieces that trust
they lay here shattered and broken
and i can't let anything close
because i am made entirely of ruins
and i destroy all that i touch
some people already have a view, a light over the horizon.
their feet are dipped into an ocean that holds many of their secrets,
but they become bored with the mundane & seek more meaning to their existence.
perhaps someone else's ocean will taste differently.
perhaps they'll finally learn how to swim.
willing hearts & open hands accept these travelers because maybe they're an adventurer just like me.
but really they're just passing through.
they only want to experience new flavors, to swim in unknown seas.
they need to escape but they'll never leave.
cowards perhaps, to temporarily give up the comfort of the river and sink into the oceans' depths.
but the ocean is not quiet & neither is the wind.
she will shred your sails & sink your ship.
she will not forget how you stirred her waves into a tsunami and left her there to drown.
when the night becomes indifferent, seek change first within yourself.
you will never find light in another if you do not love your own hands.
do not take arms you know you will eventually let go of.
do not awaken hearts you cannot call your home.
and so we go on. and the ocean waits alone, for the next light on the horizon.
you wrote a story
of a girl and a boy
they fell in love with old books
and each other
but the pen wasn't real
neither were you
#boy #girl #books #pen #story
how do you stand it?
to be not known or understood by all who surround you
i imagine it's like living in a cage, and not a single one of them realizing you are trapped
love is a song I keep forgetting the words to, but there's something about your voice that helps me remember
i need to get tangled in you, and forget that there's a world outside our door
i've never let go of your hand, even when you don't have the strength to hold mine
maybe love is to watch a thousand winters pass, and still stand by his side because you know he's made of spring
i don't know how to do anything other than love you
even when you're the storm
pushing away shelter
i will wait for you
when you bury yourself in sadness, i will ****** my fingers and dig you out
when you can't find your self belief
i will hold your hands and love you anyway
when your mind becomes a battlefield
i will bring a sword to fight your demons
i'll become silence when there is noise
i'll be an open palm when all you can do is close your fists
i will teach you how to speak when your heart has nothing to say
and one day,
you will die with the knowledge,
that somebody loved you,
more than she loved herself
i wanted to tell you i loved you,
but the butterflies in my stomach swarmed my throat, and all the words got caught in their wings
So happy this was picked for the daily! Thank you all so much for your kind words and support of my writing. I appreciate it, truly.
i dreamt you came for me
we turned our backs on this madness, got lost in the forest & fell together like autumn leaves
tonight i drowned out the silence with the sound of your voice
i watched your hands touch the darkness & turn it into light
i felt your eyes burn holes down the curve of my spine
i tasted years of sadness in the warmth of your mouth
i felt love move inside me when your skin touched mine
don't ever stop
i've never let anything live in me
at times not even myself
but you are here always
and for now i'll keep pretending
my hands can't reach the door
i held a bird in my hands
his wings were broken
he begged me to fix him
i tried, oh how i tried,
but all he really wanted
was the strength to fly away
i will look for you in places we have never seen & on the empty streets of cities that don't actually exist.
i will look for you.
because he tried to clean up the mess left by her father's hands.
i wanted to stay here, in this place only touched by nature.
a place only devastated by the hands of natural things.
far away from anything with a heartbeat or a voice.
but reality tangles its hands in your hair and finds a way to drag you back.
it always, drags you back.
to love you is to breathe, even when the weight of a thousand wars have moved their fight inside my chest.
kiss, as if time is just an illusion.
i came back to run my hands all over your catastrophes.
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