Eventually there stops being a remedy And every single movie that romanticized the feeling lied to you This is not something a love interest can fix There is room to heal That allows your friends to be let back in I stopped saying I wanted to die quite a while ago But I’m left feeling unfamiliar in my own happiness I regret everything I have ever said And everything I didn’t have the guts to say And that’s just how it is inside my head I suppose I could live with it If not for this desire to get away from it I’m scared of driving But I can’t wait until I finally can drive away from this town And never look back Because it’s about the faces I’ll meet Not the ones that tried to convince me to be something I’m not And while I’m still making friends out here There’s only three more years I suppose it’s worth the risk She told me that I was easy to read And it’s easy to pretend to be The complexity of picking up on how every human feels will never Be easy to read And I can’t control that So yes, I can be an open book But good luck reading the pages I ripped out
i’m not really sure what any of this means to be honest
Just a glance paints a picture Images of some other era Non-existent ideas That maybe laughed, wept Danced Steam rising from slick skin The starlight illuminating us Perhaps we found unexplored places Dined on fabulous food Lived Fought Loved But. Here we are In this circle of broken people So just a glance Lets me imagine
Occasionally you write about random people you are in group therapy with, because you still aren't ready to actually deal with your own problems.
I don't really feel this hopeless romanticism anymore, but I started my page with the intention of posting the old with the new as well.
I fall in love with married men With the guy Who's got a "thing" against marriage With the guy Who's killed a guy I fall in love With men I shouldn't
Because they all told me to Movies and novels and operas Sing In ear-piercing Sopranos Love stories are tragic! Some unjust external force must tear us apart It's our families, timing, war duties, my Dietary restriction of only drinking Blood
No one talks about a lover giving up Because "I don't love you anymore" Cuts deeper The wound of fate no longer leaves you bleeding out And longing Those words slit new veins open from the inside Fills your lungs, bursts your egos Choke on the rejection, die drowning in the loneliness Wonder how you'll live without him Wonder what you did Wonder what you could have done The blame is on you
This is the difference between melancholic aching And soul-shattering, identity questioning Heartbreak
So don't tell me "I saw it coming" When the next guy I bring to a wedding Sells ice online or has three kids I already know I choose to fall in love with men Who will destroy themselves or be taken But never leave
The meadow, fragrant of hyacinth and lilac I lay among their stems, dewy grass in my back. The pale blue of the sky holds the corona true Swelter beneath the star, yellow at war with blue.
Distant petals, floating on gusty zephyrs fly Squinting at reds and pinks, pollen dust in my eye. A rushing bubbling stream carries away my mind O’er pebbled bed beneath through twist and turn and wind.
A droplet escapes free and nibbles at my toe As nature overwhelms with what the meadow knows. Love is to be immersed—Just dipped my toe and yet It was a pool of you, and my whole body’s wet.
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A shaft from the golden sun, reclined peacefully in my lap. The amber gleam reflected back, and gently baked the solemn land. An ardent whisper furnished the woods with a viridescent scent that woke up the woods. Silver songs of sleek streams, chased the lullabies away; gently. Ancient tress cuddled the wind, their leaves clapped in sheer bliss The broken winged white eyed bulbul, warbled hymns to lift the curse. Scarlet tainted vintage letters resting in the rustic mailbox, await your tender touch; while they chant for a past long gone. But lily livered clouds, they have turned your courage into a yellow illusion. So now defy the toxic words and the errors you made, A different person inside your skin, long ago, burned our hearts on the hateful flames.
in another life i wear clay beneath my fingernails and linen pants around my hips fastened with a braided leather belt rescued from my mother’s closet one she wore in the eighties when she met my father on the seaside of france i carry flowers from the corner down a gum-stained sidewalk past the park i fell asleep in during one slow sunday afternoon there are cherry red stains on my pillow some from my lips, some not i’ve never been in love but i’ve never felt alone my nose is slender and my collarbones flaunt themselves beneath tanned skin i am someone who drinks ***** and orange juice while watering my plants a longhaired cat licks its paws in the windowsill as i lie ***** in the sunlight reading tolstoy and kerouac and obscure poetry introduced by the neighbor in 4F none of it matters i am just like a cloud like a creaking step i share myself only through spearmint breath and coffee dates here are my sweaty palms here are my uneven bangs you will never know me