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Roanoke, Virginia
Sad but haughty.
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I lived as an unknowing hedonist in Switzerland for a little while And now I'm back to living by the sea Which is likely very …
Poems
s Oct 2016
wednesday october 12th
s
Oct 2016
its wednesday october 12th and i wonder where the stars we saw that night are now
its wednesday october 12th and despite all the stars in the sky my bones still ache for the stars within your eyes
its wednesday october 12th and i promise you are every you in all the songs i sing and all the poems i write and sometimes i pretend you're still next to me until i open my eyes
its wednesday october 12th and i still think your hands were a masterpiece i couldnt afford to touch
its wednesday october 12th and i'm well aware that you're out there somewhere for someone else to love
its wednesday october 12th and i'm trying to remember what it felt like holding your hand
its wednesday october 12th and you're still the first and last thing to go through my mind every day
its wednesday october 12th and i will always and forever love you
it doesnt matter what day it is i miss you
(every day it hurts a little more)
its wednesday october 12th and despite all the stars in the sky my bones still ache for the stars within your eyes
its wednesday october 12th and i promise you are every you in all the songs i sing and all the poems i write and sometimes i pretend you're still next to me until i open my eyes
its wednesday october 12th and i still think your hands were a masterpiece i couldnt afford to touch
its wednesday october 12th and i'm well aware that you're out there somewhere for someone else to love
its wednesday october 12th and i'm trying to remember what it felt like holding your hand
its wednesday october 12th and you're still the first and last thing to go through my mind every day
its wednesday october 12th and i will always and forever love you
it doesnt matter what day it is i miss you
(every day it hurts a little more)
Toothache
Mar 2018
Little house
Timeless street
Childhood garden
The scent of your preschool playground after a storm on a Wednesday in may
The ring of your parents' doorbell
The weepy feeling looking at childhood photos and knowing you'll never get those moments back
The melancholy moment you realize the book you're reading was your favorite bedtime story
The second the atmosphere shifts and you're suddenly thrown back to memories of your mothers embrace on a stormy night
The suffocating feeling of revisiting tales thinning at the ends as your recollection slowly fades
The slipping grip of what once was that will never be again, slowly turning faded and acid washed until its nothing but a feeling you cant put a name to
Nostalgia
Timeless street
Childhood garden
The scent of your preschool playground after a storm on a Wednesday in may
The ring of your parents' doorbell
The weepy feeling looking at childhood photos and knowing you'll never get those moments back
The melancholy moment you realize the book you're reading was your favorite bedtime story
The second the atmosphere shifts and you're suddenly thrown back to memories of your mothers embrace on a stormy night
The suffocating feeling of revisiting tales thinning at the ends as your recollection slowly fades
The slipping grip of what once was that will never be again, slowly turning faded and acid washed until its nothing but a feeling you cant put a name to
Nostalgia
liz Sep 2014
On a Wednesday
liz
Sep 2014
On a Wednesday,
I want to tell you the truth.
listen to me as if it's the first time you've heard a voice
On a Wednesday,
I want you to understand.
because I don't want to hurt you, you see. I want you to hurt me.
On a Wednesday,
at this table I want you to realize
it was meant to be like this all along.
To be on opposite sides of the table with different worlds as plates, different wants and needs as different tastes.
On a Wednesday,
I want you to taste what I taste.
*the sour taste of our expired time
I want to tell you the truth.
listen to me as if it's the first time you've heard a voice
On a Wednesday,
I want you to understand.
because I don't want to hurt you, you see. I want you to hurt me.
On a Wednesday,
at this table I want you to realize
it was meant to be like this all along.
To be on opposite sides of the table with different worlds as plates, different wants and needs as different tastes.
On a Wednesday,
I want you to taste what I taste.
*the sour taste of our expired time