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Jack R Fehlmann May 2020
A lot of this rotten ending
Is at its core, mine, my fault.
I know it now, as i then could not
See it for an awful, unfortunate
Though those words fail,
Falling short of all I cost, us.
So much, too much for a choice
One, miscalculation of an emotion
Keystone in importance, it was
To lie or act falsely I was not
I could not, because I was in love
With one like I never knew
Love was abundant, cherished
More so than I held for life itself
Therein lays the real reason, love
I chose to love you with all I had
Every last fraction of myself
I gave freely, I wanted for you to have
Every bit of how I was feeling
The thrill and the beating chest
Ache that made life worth living
My mistake came as consequence
The cause and effect,
I wish I had seen this, I didn't
Known before one can give,
So very much, one must have
Accepted the equal amount
Not from another, from oneself
I never learned how to, or the importance, see?
to love you, came natural easy, but
Having never loved myself.
And for this, to us
I say I am so, so, very sorry.
That this part of
Of this, of then, of us
what was, and isn't
Was my fault.  
Now loving myself
Us far more difficult
It begins with forgiving
That is where I am now.
My lack of self worth made us doomed from the start.  I see this now.  I am sorry you were hurt.  Love yourself baby as you need to and maybe one-day forgive all I caused.
beth fwoah dream May 2020
the clouds dream,
built of cold twilight
frost,

the stream spins
in her sleep, the
night tucked behind
one ear,

the birds sing
of the joys of the
stars, dive merrily

through the undertones
of a signatured sky,

i dream of your
love, melt as you
kiss me,

as jealous as a stormy
sea of your love,

i beg you not to go,
like the tide you
will return, my

heart is full of tears,
as gaunt as a pretty
rose,

its love for yours,
a jealous sea of
dream, whispering

like a wave.
S May 2020
The stretch marks on my thighs prove that I am a descendant of the mermaids and the gods.

They shine and appear light on my skin like how the sunlight dances on the top of the water.

They are signs that my body has endured and will continue to survive as the world moves on.

They weave across my skin like the beginning of a beautiful tapestry that will only become complete in time.

Learning to love myself again is hard, but my naked body is slowly becoming mine again.

The stretch marks are art on my skin, my own natural tattoos.

Let them show.
beth fwoah dream May 2020
we sang of twilight,
of night and her
silver thrones,

the day ricocheted
like a bullet,
a rose blown numb,

the sea was eternities
voice, mascara the
night sky on her lash,

i cried like a bird
floating on the
nearly summer

breeze...
i’m in love with you,
ian.
Sherenna May 2020
I once dreamed of love,
A love that is so pure,
A love that is so kind

The day I bumped into a single road,
Was the day I bumped into love I never expected.

Love has never crossed my mind,
Not ever.
But love comes unexpectedly,
At times where I least expected it.

But love is so kind,
Love is so pure,
Love streghten my wings,
Love leads a journey to an infinite galaxy.

And love is no longer a dream.
And so, she chose to reveal her heart.
Tore her ribcage door open,
and flinched as she waited for
the rays to spill and burn her up.

Instead, she was stunned to find
that the sun warmed even the darkest corners.
That the dappled glow kissed every sinew,
and she was filled instead with the light.
Luna Maria May 2020
home is
(the people I love)
my hand in your hand
when I lean in against your chest
and hear your heart beat

home is
a place without four walls
where I can close my eyes
and feel safe enough
to run
without fear

home is
the body I live in
(cry in, love in, die in)
where I exist and love myself
home to you
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