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J Jan 2018
We often wonder why our hearts
get broken, and I think I am
beginning to understand why.

A tiny thing, so precious yet so
fragile, had to be undone before
it can be made whole again.

My guess is, in putting the pieces
back together;
we find strength in weakness.
We find courage in vulnerability.
We understand ourselves better.

And with what we lose,
we also gain more of ourselves.
Trust the process. Self-talk.
III Jan 2018
If I dug out
A whole chunk
     Of my chest,

Would you build
     A shrine
               In me?
switch Jan 2018
bring a bitter taste into your mouth / the taste of bile rises over your throat /  you know where this is heading / south, south, south /
and your heart pumps the sound of fragile—

— vulnerability

perfection is an idea engraved to every section of your being /

but there is nothing standing in the way anymore.

you are tired, so so so tired.

dreams are never for quitters / but everything in you life screams that giving up is better / it's so hard not be bitter —

when all that's left is an alienated feeling of guilt, love, betrayal.

you are / not / okay.

but you have hope / the pain will go away —

someday.
mel Jan 2018
never apologize for the way
on your darkest of days
you may enter a phase
that feels a lot like
gravitational
collapse
you are an interstellar being
these broken parts of you
are star-glowing matter
the pieces have a path
they’ll always
gravitate
back
and when they do... their
new density will display
an even greater array
of the Light
That is
You
embrace your fragility
it holds your Power
to  t r a n s f o r m
..the same divine
ability is how a
nebula is
born
zoe mae Jan 2018
she peeled fishnets off widespread thighs
quivering with pain and vulnerability
covered her camera lens with them
a facade of perfect popularity
daphne rosalita Jan 2018
i am frozen inside an ice box filled with dagger shaped icicles of what i’ve been trained to do right
yet i am hopelessly drowning in melted water with my unforgiving wrongs
my lungs are searching for the air in this rainy city

my actions have me disconnected

i am the chord wrapped around your thumb as you pace aimlessly on the phone
i am the six blankets and four pillows falling on my bed to hide my eyes that don’t remember
i am the scared child hiding in the bathroom when everything turns black from the storm

i am the one who turned off the light

now i can’t see where i’m pacing, my heart is blinded and it’s racing
the six blankets and four pillows on my bed are dark and suffocating
i need to see but i’m terrified to turn the light back on

how can one person possess so many feelings?

he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not
it only took a moment of magical laughter to know how full you make me
but still, the carousel won’t stop turning and neither will my stomach

vulnerability is a part of change

i am ashamed and afraid of how i want to be the best version of me for myself
confined by swollen eyes and wrinkle lines, i need to break out of this ice box
my emotion tattooed eyes are a filter only i can read. i’m disconnected

i refuse to be defined by others
Shaairamor Dec 2017
Lickin' my lips every time you’re near me.
Feelin' super **** as I admire all the curves that are you,
from the juicy lips that make me crave you in the late night hours,
to the smooth skin that feels so great when I am licking you.
My teeth nimble on your neck as you grip my ***.
Our hips moving rhythmically, simultaneously, instinctively…
Both my lips are swollen from the things you’re doing to me.
Soon, your tongue travels down to explore my moist ***.  
Back arching, air grabbing, and name calling.
On top of me, you begin to enter me and I experience ecstasy in the purest form.
Holding you close to me as you dive deeper into me,
nails digging deeper into your back.
You’re making my body submit to you in every way & it felt so **** good.
With me now on top, I’m demanding the waves you create to drive me over the edge.
You ****** harder and harder into me as I slide down your length until it’s too much for the both of us.
Together, we explode.
I feel your release as you feel my harmonious tightening that sends us both to ecstasy and back.  
I kiss the tip and we’re back at it for round two.
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