ronnie Jan 31
You saw the flowers growing out of me
When all I saw was the thorns

The thorns start to show
You pull each one out
Carefully, one by one

I look down
You look up

You said

And that was all I needed
ronnie Oct 2017
My heart speaks to you in languages you cannot understand yet.
You can only hear it beating....
ronnie Sep 2017
She would tell me how she felt on certain days.
Some days she wouldn't, but I knew when I looked at the colour of her nail polish.
When her fingernails were yellow I knew she was doing okay.
She would tell me she felt warm instead of cold like on most days.
When her fingernails had clear sparkles on them, I knew she was
She told me she couldn't wait to finish her book.
I tried to understand her.
But this was the only way I could.
I saw her again but this time she didn't speak.
her fingers were in her jacket.
She looked straight ahead and never turned her head once to me.
We sat for hours until she got up, and took her hands out of her pockets.
She told me she wanted to die.

Her fingernails were blue.
ronnie Jun 2017
we were running
we were running so fast until our knees became very weak
your hand was in mine
we came to a stop
and looked at what was in front of us
what is it? I said
you kept staring and you said it's fresh air
but it was more than that
it was dreams
it was fear
it was life
we unlocked the cuffs around our wrists
and we kept staring

and i knew

it was freedom
ronnie Mar 2017
the pain starts to slowly settle in
i don't beg
i don't think
i don't forgive
but i feel
but i see

i ask

but what is


if you're not allowed to have it?
ronnie Feb 2017
The Sun is pointed at my direction

But it never shines
ronnie Feb 2017
i remember waking up very early in the morning
i turned around on the bed
i saw your face
surrounded with darkness with light
the darkness  from our room
and the light just peeking from the blinds
the light hitting your face
reminded me of sunsets rising turning into a brighter shade
of orange and pink
i looked down at your lips
reminding me of soft kisses
on my spine to make me forget
eyes closed
wondering what they were envisioning
wanting so bad for them to be open
so you could tell me

one more time

that you were tired
Still can't sleep.
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