ames - Hello Poetry

ames Mar 2018

love isn't at all
the way it's portrayed in the movies-
instead, it is dancing on eggshells,
ignoring the sharp pains in your feet
because the music is still playing

love is
ripping grass out of the ground
tugging until you get to the very roots
of the person you love

love is
stained glass
it colors the windows of the soul
and filters the light that enters
in the most delightful of ways

LASTLY,
love is the headache after a party
knowing you had a fun time while it lasted
but now it's dark
and the fun is over

this is how love is to me... it might not be the same for you

ames Mar 2018

a letter 4 u

things hurt the most
when they're unsaid
and implied

you don't have to tell me
you don't love me back
because your silence is enough for me
but it's okay that you don't love me
because i don't love myself either

it stings knowing this
but i forgive you all the same

ames Mar 2018

open expression

i like you
the way i like burning my mouth when i hastily
fork up my mother's freshly made pasta

i like you
the same way i like feeling my pulse in my fingertip
when i get an open wound,
the regular thumping a reminder
that i am very much alive

i like you
the way i like hearing a dissonant chord
knowing that it is an acquired taste i have

I LIKE YOU
in a way i've never liked anyone else
i like twisting my hands into yours
until we're a blend of colors that can't be ignored!

I LOVE YOU
the way you love someone
when they're in every piece of you
and no WAY could i let you go without
losing a part of myself

ames Mar 2018

this is how i feel

there is so much uncharted territory that comes with
experiencing depression.
playing limbo with the bar that is your self-esteem,
getting lower by the second,
grabbing the steering wheel
then driving yourself insane...

my childhood was filled with a constant repetition of
"sticks and stones can break my bones
but words will never hurt me"
and thus, i was taught
that others couldn't break me with their words.
what i wasn't taught
is that sometimes you break yourself with words,
fighting,
not to draw blood,
but to ****,
so even though your words will never hurt me,
my own words will be the death of me.

ames Mar 2018

No. 4

Thoughts have a strange way about them;
They twist and turn in your head
UNTIL
You can’t decipher the silk
From the porcelain.

Vines tangling about,
Do you hear my call?
I need you to stop seizing every second of my day.

Aware I remain of my role in your creation
How I wish I could have remained a single particle
In the dusty abyss of stars
Unable to make choices,
Unable to ruin lives.

— The End —