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Sari Sups Jul 2019
There is
Something that feels
So safe about you. I always feel
Like I can breathe. It is warm, and gentle,
Like sitting by the fire on a cold, December night,
And I never have to fear. The rest of the world out there
Is confusing, full of too much stories of anger or rainstorms or traffic.
Here, there is a kind of peace. A kind of patience,
That I know I can’t find anywhere else. You see,
You feel like a place that has infinite amounts
Of life in such a small heart of space. I never
Want to leave. So shut the windows, lock the
Doors, let the phone ring till it stops. I’ll stay
All day, we’ll let the clock run out of time.
There is no other place like this. You, There
is something that feels so safe about
You; something that feels just like home.
had to do some shape poetry for class. so woo am i back who knows
Sari Sups May 2016
does not make them miss you back.
short but true
Sari Sups Apr 2016
When my mind forgets to speak,
I end up losing what I knew
but when my heart forgets to speak
*I end up losing you.
3:10 am and restless
Sari Sups Jan 2016
Because I did not fall apart
loving you.
i kinda liked this one for once
Sari Sups Sep 2015
I'm sorry I could not love you
through all of your endless metaphors
or in all the ways you handed me words
of what your heart had in store.

I'm sorry I could not love you
when you loved me with so much magic.
I'm sorry somehow I made you realize
that fairy tales did not happen.

I'm sorry I could not love you
for your hands or for your eyes,
for the way you kept me laughing
or for the way you loved my smile.

I'm sorry I could not love you
and you decided to say goodbye.
But now here I sit and write
remembering your lullabies.

I'm sorry now for telling the truth-
but this has become a tragedy.
I'm sorry I only learned to love you
when you had stopped loving me.
sorry for this but i was feeling it at the moment hahaha
Sari Sups Jan 2015
I've run out of stories to tell
about how you took
the best of me.
because lol writers block
Sari Sups Dec 2014
You used to chew tobacco on late nights like this,
on late nights when we couldn't find the stars in the sky.
You would always say you hated the world
and then kiss me when you remembered I existed.
Then suddenly you fell in love with a new kind of light-
no longer the ones that burned in my hands
but a name like a hushed prayer
on your lips
that no longer met mine.
Nights like this became worrying
as I sat by the piano-
quietly playing your favorite song-
hoping I'd hear your
car in the driveway.
Nights like this became following the smell of alcohol
up the stairs to our bedroom-
you said over and over again about how you
were too tired to talk
and I was always too tired to argue.
Nights like this became blurry vision from wasted tears
and pressing cold meat to my eyes--
but I never stopped waiting for the constellations
to appear
hoping that the stars I once found in your eyes
would return.
Fiction. But i was in a desperate and tragic position that day. Sorry for this **** but i liked it.
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