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Mar 8 · 320
"someone like you"
i am not here
to love someone
like you.
i am here to love
y o u .
in the world behind my eyes, there is no one remotely close to being you.
Mar 8 · 234
you pt. 2
you are not purely
made up of
sunflowers and soft
vanilla candles.
nor are you purely
made up of
stardust and poetry.
you're made up of
thorns and bitter tastes.
you're made up of
thunderstorms and
fractured words
too.
Mar 8 · 503
you
you
you are not the thorns
that leave your lovers
bleeding.
you are not the
sunflowers growing
in your head.
you are everything in between.
you are everything all at once.
Mar 6 · 111
love you endlessly
i'd rather lose you
knowing i loved
you wholeheartedly
than have loved you
with one foot out the
door
•|||°

i can't guard my heart forever..
Mar 2 · 138
beautiful soul
though she is called
beautiful
for the way her body
curves, and how her
eyes pair with her smile,
it is her soul
i find most
exquisite

•|||°
Mar 2 · 925
her
her
she didn't need
a telescope to see
all the beauty in
the universe
she always had a way of seeing the world differently from everyone else...
Mar 2 · 471
i love you...
the words
i love you
become trapped behind
my teeth,
it's a phrase so heavy
like the words
i miss you
and sometimes
in the break
before you speak,
i wonder if you're fighting
to get the same words out
as i am

it's become a swallowed
confession,
of an obvious truth
rather than a secret
because it seems so
clear that my world
levels with yours
but i can't explain how
touching your skin
feels like you are the
key because
i was a locked door
until i met
you
~words 90 of 23,487 i keep
clenched between my teeth
in your toughest
hours,
may the universe
kiss you with
warm coffee and
vanilla scented
candles
while the chaos
brews
outside your window.

•|||°
i've always been told to love;
and that if i do,
i do it raw and passionately
but now as i sit here with
the girl i may love,
i am told i cannot

for her body looks too much
like my own, so i am to
love the body of a man
whose soul does not
match mine like hers does

i wish you knew how
confusingly destructive
that sounds-- i am to love
the body of a man over the
soul of a woman
shatteredpoet Jan 20
but, my love,
rivers still run from
your mouth,
colors still flow through
your veins,
and valleys of beauty
still reside in your soul.

~they didn't take everything
from you.
no matter what people say to you,
you still hold
your beauty
your wit
your talents
and your passions.
some people are unfair and
hypocritical.
some people will
say things that really ******* hurt
right down to your core
but whether they judge and/or say
things about your strengths or weaknesses,
you're still the same
beautifully passionate human being
and that's something that will always
be true.
these special pieces of you
will always find a way back to you
no matter how far away
they seemed to fall away
with the ****** of someone's
double-edged sword.

i won't sit here and say
that their words will
brush off as easy as they
hit you
because sometimes they begin to
flow from your head, straight to your
bloodstream and end up
staying with you
for a long time
but even so,
small acts of love towards you
or just a moment of shared
laughter
proves that those admirable
parts are still with you
deep down or perhaps those pieces
are
closer to your heart than you think.
regardless, no matter what anyone says
to you,
you're still worth love and
kindness.
you're still beautiful.
you still deserve to be heard
you are still human and you still
matter.

~2.a.m. me
shatteredpoet Jan 16
if you're lucky enough
she will show you
the library she has for a brain
she'll show you the books
about the ones
who never took the time
to read her front to back
start to finish
she'll show you
the books she reads
over and over again
the ones she can never put down
and those she's too afraid to read again
and perhaps
she'll even let you
read the book
that's got a lock and key
sitting in the back
of her mind
collecting dust

•|||°
shatteredpoet Jan 15
this is me
handing you the key
to the closet i've
stored all my
skeletons.
this is me
handing you the keys
to my
safe haven.

•|||°
shatteredpoet Jan 15
that was the story of us.
no happy ending
no filled promises
in fact,
none of it was anything
like a fairytale book
because you didn't get
a happily ever after
instead
it was an ending that
was inevitably tragic.
shatteredpoet Jan 15
i listened
to the sweet melody
you created
by the sweep of your fingers
curving those delicate fingers
making your skin tingle
and rattle.
kissing each note
with a soft greeting
but a hard farewell.
unveiling your soul
and all your intracies
shatteredpoet Jan 15
they glued labels
on my body
that won't come off
without removing pieces of myself
too
and it hurts
almost as much
as watching them
bend and twist
and break your
body
to fit you inside
a box your heart
has outgrown
shatteredpoet Jan 15
sometimes i wish
you had stayed
but the possibility
of what would have
become of me
is far worse than
going through the pain
of losing you
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Jan 15 · 797
and then we danced.
shatteredpoet Jan 15
i reached for your hand
and suddenly i was
lost
in the stars with
you
Jan 15 · 81
i wish that for you.
shatteredpoet Jan 15
i hope one day you
find a place
that doesn't leave you
feeling
homesick.

•|||°
Jan 15 · 61
self-defense mechanism
shatteredpoet Jan 15
my walls are not built
for the same reasons
as yours.
they were built to protect
myself from my own head

•|||°
shatteredpoet Jan 15
i've changed every lock on my home to keep you from
shattering everything i've built
so please do not come knocking
because it will take everything
i have inside
not to open the door and let you in.
shatteredpoet Jan 15
this is the three seconds
before the floor breakd
and i'm pulled into the hurricane
of every thought inside my head

my head and my heart is at
war before i can call your name
but i think that
maybe this is ok
because now i have a 200 page poetry book
with your name written on every page
and the story of us written in ink
but i'm bleeding because the paper
cut into my skin a little too deep
and the words tore into my heart

i was too late to love you and
admit to you that you were the one
thing i have yet to give up on
but now my heart is only bleeding
on the edges of the words
"i don't love you"

now the three seconds are up
and suddenly i'm thrown into the hurrican my mind has created
in hopes to win against
the force of my heart
shatteredpoet Jan 15
every part of me
convinced my heart that
i loved you
but in the end i only wanted to be in control;
i wanted to grip your hand so tight
you couldn't slip through my fingers
and i know that's selfish of me to say
but i don't want you to think
i actually loved you

because when i love,
i break; every promise, every foundation, every piece of your soul
until a broke heart and hazy eyes
are all that's left of you because
i don't know how to
love
without
destroying
shatteredpoet Jan 15
perhaps the best way
to understand
ourselves,
is to understand
nature
and all that surrounds us.
shatteredpoet Jan 15
you took more than i offered
you took more than i
you took more than
you took more
you took
you
shatteredpoet Jan 15
i've been told i have
irrational fears of
drowning;
heights;
and burning alive;
but there's been one
situation where
i have fearlessly
faced each one
of these fears

i submerged myself
in your waves
fell for you and trusted
you would catch me
before i hit the pavement
and
i let the flames from your
fingertips touch my skin,
trusting you will not let
me go up in flames
so maybe love is the
only conqueror of these
fears
or maybe it's just
y o u
Jan 15 · 47
i trusted you.
shatteredpoet Jan 15
maybe i jumped
too soon

~but you said you would
c
   a
     t
       c
         h
        
             m
                 e.

•|||°
shatteredpoet Jan 15
the stars weren't
the only celestial
bodies
that aligned.

our souls did too

•|||°
shatteredpoet Jan 15
she spoke
as if there
were colors
running through
every word.


i spoke
as if i had
a blade for
a tongue.

•|||°
Jan 15 · 102
we are all human.
shatteredpoet Jan 15
different pigments
doesn't change
the fact
we have the same
bones
different religious beliefs
doesn't change
the fact
we're made of the same elements
different ****** orientations
doesn't change
the fact
we are all human
different social classes
doesn't change
the fact
none if us are
consistently happy
different lifestyles
doesn't change
the fact
we're all imperfect

•|||°
shatteredpoet Jan 15
my heart is colored
gray
by your all or
nothing
kind of love

•|||°
Jan 15 · 105
a woman of passion.
shatteredpoet Jan 15
i wasn't looking for
a woman with golden
wings,
just a woman that had
enough
passion to make her
soar

•|||°
Jan 15 · 49
ink and language
shatteredpoet Jan 15
there's a certain
irony
for being unable to
put the love
for words
into a form of
ink and language
Jan 15 · 77
fractured
shatteredpoet Jan 15
religion       was born
pure and    innocent
much           like us
and              now
it's as           sick and
***               ided
as                 we are
shatteredpoet Jan 15
i do not play the part
of a princess or a
damsel
i am
the dragon.
the soldier.
the knight.
Jan 15 · 76
"i love you, but..."
shatteredpoet Jan 15
with you,
every "i love you"
was followed by an
exception as to why
you can't
shatteredpoet Jan 15
i wanted to fill the
darkness in your head
with stars cut from
every wish i made
about you
Jan 15 · 26
~nothing is silent.
shatteredpoet Jan 15
i've grown tired
of living
in a world
full of noise
shatteredpoet Jan 15
when i first met you,
you were a beautiful
blue green ocean
and
your waves kissed me
before i fell asleep
and every night
i got used to
hearing you crash
against my shoreline
drifting me to sleep

but then one day
your body turned
a violent shade
of gray as
your waves roae
above me
before crashing into
me and drowning
my heart
in the waves
that once kissed me
ever so gently
shatteredpoet Jan 15
if my soul is
the ballroom,
then harmony and poetry
are [the lovers]
that danced
[past midnight]
shatteredpoet Jan 15
i hate writing about
the things you did to me
because as i'm sitting here
bleeding out from
the wounds you plastered
on my skin
treating my body as if it was
your personal
practice canvas,
you are going about
your life as if you
didn't permanently
make my mind so
******* fragile

so i refuse to
bleed your name
through each and every
one of these pages
i refuse to let you
think after all these
years you still have
power over me

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