I repeated things so many times, they've become lies, and I can't breathe thinking about the number of times I wished I could just be alright and yelled why?! Please, God! I yell in my head, why why why listen to me this once, I just want to die.
Imagine, I'm laying in your bed. Beneath your covers. On your pillow. In your arms. Imagine, you press your thumb to my lower lip, and you can hear my heart beating like a hammer. You remake my ribcage with your fingertips, and you teach me a new language with your mouth. You touch me with intention. Imagine, I let you. I uncurl. Moonlight filters in through the window and pours over us. That silky-white illumination is reflected in your eyes and it touches you so softly, I could scream. And the exquisite truth of it all is, that if you ever did get to touch me, I think I would die.
I will sleep with my eyes o p e n . I will breathe u n d e r w a t e r . I will drink my coffee c o l d if that is what it takes to become less like y o u . The thought of being like you is so p a i n f u l , I'd rather d r o w n . Loving you is the most painful memory-I'd rather p e e l off my skin in the places you left your kisses. The places you bit and licked and left your l o v e . Some say, "it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all." I cannot bring myself to agree with such words, because the pain of loosing you was far too much to bear than the idea of never having known you. Call me a ******* coward for running away from this pain, but if I have to face it another day, I would rather d i e.
Heavy beast and heavy burden Burned into growing feet, a mile above all great sentiments of Home, clouds settle into molds Carved inside carnivorous minds.
There is no quadrant on this island You could go Where I could not see who you created In me, fiery and dormant, whirlwind Of silence and fear. I see you everywhere, In every line on my face, You exist.
I exist amongst a million cold dandelions in a weary field. Inescablable youth, river stones wrapped to knarled knees To ground me to three separate waterfalls, All who whisper of the dead To creatures who eat the love from out the backs of children’s heads.
I own a million fragments of a life And nowhere have I found the one Who makes them whole.
I feel breathless at any speck of thought —an idea— crossing my mind. I am restlessly wishing for something, prying for crumbs, and my mind is slowly sinking. Breathing words for oxygen, concepts for nutrients. I am a starving girl in a desert of words.
I see blood on the walls. Tears falling down like rain. Everyday I think about you even when its part of pain. 3, 2, 1.. I hate you. I never wanna see you. You know what, I wish I never met you! 1, 2, 3.. I love you. I miss you. Can't wait to see you! 3, 2, 1.. It's happening again isn't it? I wonder if he loves me? Will he break my heart? 1, 2, 3 Oh god, not again.. I'm not good enough I will never love again.
I just realized how lonely i've been all my life. This **** kinda *****. Can't even get a bf irl is sad.. Ah, i hate my love life.
I wonder if when I die Someone will find comfort in the poems I write That when I reach a peace They too can see some sort of calm in the distance
Like a withering light A flickering spark It's fleeting But enough for you to walk through the tunnel.
I wish my poems to be found after I die, although it's kinda a violation of privacy since I don't write these in my own name, I want to make a difference in the world even if it's just through language. I recently found an author named Sylvia Plath and im absolutely amazed, yall should check her out :)