honey it dripped down your chest over your stomach onto my waiting hands it poured from your mouth over your lips onto mine a nectar for gods you unified my thoughts into poetry with your bare hands you were yellow yellow like the sun like fields of tulips like the petals of carnations your skin sprinkled with freckles of cotton white like clouds during spring afternoons i lay underneath the waterfalls of honey that dripped down your being like a sacrifice like a field of roses waiting to be plucked I longed for you for the spring days you hid in your hair and the light rain in the pit of your stomach my entire self hidden in your fingertips
and I lost myself when your honey covered lips whispered my name
i like it when you whisper and the world in hushed lips fallingly desires more. That you sing while speaking all within my own heart i too fall within you filled within my soul you and mine within yours
i like it when you whisper and the world wishes too -- knows what madly soaring hearts say when the sun sleeps and angels snore; i too fall within you -- are part of my soul , stay forever
mostly i like your whisper-love within my heart side-by-side at night within the spooned bed and moon smiles fallingly stars wishing they had one as you.
I don’t let anyone know what I’m really thinking The whispers in my head are only for me They say things that I’d rather not admit They hurt me in more than one way.
The whispers are cruel and soft They chip away at my self-esteem They voice all of my concerns, they tear me apart by the seams But no one can know, not anyone at all You’d probably put me in a straight jacket For the things they say to me.
They understand me like only I could They know everything behind what I do They sound like me— But the things they say? I wish I didn’t agree. They’re so intrinsically me. I despise them, but I know they’re right.
“I’m unloved.” “No one thinks I’m attractive. I disappear among all of the others in the room.” “They don’t really like me.” ”I’m so ******, my friends don’t care for me as much as I do for them.”
If only I could transfer a tiny percent of my love for my friends to myself, I think I would be fine. I wish I didn’t hate myself But it’s such a thin line In a way, I’m a blade runner In that I walk the edge of my sanity on a day to day basis.
I wish I didn’t listen to the whispers. I wish everyone knew I’m not fine. But I don’t want your sympathy, no, not that. I just want you to understand. The whispers at night when I’m all alone The voices that tell me I should just be a rotting pile of bones All I want is to silence them, But to do that, I would have to cease existing.
I’m tired of wanting to die I’m tired of these endless whispers telling me I’m not enough I’m tired of the girl that sounds like me I just want to feel happy for once in my life I’m tired of pretending to be fine when I’m not I just want to be.