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Esther Aug 2020
when holding your hand
becomes holding my breath
so that i don't cry out loud
and wake everybody in the house
why can't i keep anyone?
Esther Aug 2020
you know
if we never moved
perhaps we could stop time
everything would be frozen
in this infinite moment
the stars would stay in the same position
on this deep blue canvas
if we never left that beach
everything would stay still
if we never moved
you know
living our lives out in a painting, chasing after you beneath the stars 🌌
Esther Aug 2020
i have touched you for the last time
with hope, i flew up to your arms
but you pushed me away for the first time
reminding me that you were never mine to lose

i have kissed you for the last time
remember that day
when you said you'd leave after this song
oh i hope the song never ends

i have loved you for the last time
with a heavy heart
i wrote this poem for you
with 3 words I will never say...
for ali.
Esther Jun 2020
you made your mark on me
as our legs intertwined

how could i ever forget you
when all my clothes smell like you?

your scent lingers on my body
long after we said our last goodbyes

did you mean it
when you kissed me?

"appreciate what we had
rather than wishing for more"

you shattered my heart with words
when all it did was loving you.
another one for you, Matthew.
Esther May 2020
Being chasing fires
Yet you were still a dream
Butterflies on the other side of the waterfall
Close, but can't seem to reach

You were a sandstorm
I was the Northern Light
Chaos
I guess i led you on.
@2;45pm
31/12/18
Esther Feb 2020
you're my inspiration for this account

my muse, for every word i've written

my love, whom i've lost.
i hope you are well.
Esther Feb 2020
him
i miss him
i miss sitting on the beach at night
you wrapped your arms around me
kissing under the stars
in the dead of winter
i felt truly alive with the warmth inside

i miss him
i miss laying in your bed
your body snuggled up to mine
those intimate moments we shared
the blankets slipped off
but our bodies have never felt so whole

i miss him
i miss riding in your car
passenger side, you were blasting my favourite song
said the lyrics were for you, my love, and your green eyes
it never finished playing
but your eyes felt like coming home

i miss him
but "him" is not a person
"him" is a feeling

the feeling of being wanted
the feeling of being hidden inside someone else's treasure chest
the feeling of coming home to your arms
where you'd kiss me and whisper
"baby, i missed you"
... where have you been all this time?
@11:55pm
05/02/20
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