#coni
Dear you, I know you hate the way clothes fit
but you run around calling out confidence, you hypocrite.
Stop covering your face with hair
people just don't care.
Dear you, I know you count the numbers and your days
praying you'd be lighter
so small you might float away.
Dear you, I know in the mirror you're not gentle
hurling abuse at the person in the reflection
are you hoping through rejection she'll change?
Even when you don't say the words they linger in your throat
waiting to -
Dear you, hating yourself is easy
you're full of questions and hate
'put down the plate'
hating yourself is getting into bed in darkness and listening to raindrops
Dear me, please stop.
You're tired of fighting everyone and then yourself
You're tired of catching your reflection looking at you for some validation
i'm yearning for love and i'm tired of starvation
Dear you, you will get out of bed and open the blinds,
you will make it better
I'm sorry for all i've put you through
Dear you, step-by-step unacounted for, I will look after you.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC
I will not forget
You called me beautiful and I think about it every night
Twisting and turning in my sheets
I fell in love with you slowly then all at once
You called me smart and stupid and you blushed
I fell in love with you so easily
I will not forget when you lay in my bed till 5 am
I wanted you
you talked the night away eating chips
Wishing I didn’t have to leave you
It felt for real
You said you were glad you met me
I wanted to say so much more
I will not forget when your eyes lingered over my lips
I should have told you
I fell in love with you long before
and now I’ve left but darling I will not forget
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC
I’m in the pool dancing and then I’m not
My mind is far and my body is static
I stand there but where?
I’m so lost but I haven’t moved
I’m at the bar talking and then I’m not
My mind is travelling and my body is marble
the words stop coming because I’m not here
But where am I?
I’m reading, devouring the chapter and then I’m Not
My eyes glitter over and my body remains
I travelled away but I don’t know where
Any empty true nothing
The world moved and progressed
The people around me walked and talked
But I stood there fixed
Thinking of nothing
Going anti clock wise in a wave of progression
I’m disassociating again. I don’t know why I don’t know where
And all I seem to do is glare
maybe into the nothingness , maybe into the past
I’m writing rhymes in my pad and then I’m not
the pen and the lines evanesce
I’d like to come back.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 5:23 AM UTC
could it be?
it’s been almost a year since I opened that door
the bolted, scared and chained door that boxes my heart
he carelessly lied all over it
he let it whither by refusing to whisper back to it
could it be you creaked it open in a year
i didn’t know what you’d do
could it be I feel something for you
do you do too?
these smirks and glances
could I play my chances?
your affection and care seem more
or am I so empty i pray they are
am I so deprived of feelings since being a ***** that your kindness is mistaken for more
could it be you want more than what we have?
because I sure do
When you left her, I knew it before you told me
my stomach dropped and ached
swirling like Poseidon’s pools, trapping victims in its gushes
I thought, I hoped it was for me
but you must still love her
I think about you, about us, about words left unsaid in our lingering goodbye
when you called me your best friend - you paused- you looked into my eyes and opened your lips- why didn’t you just say it
why didn’t you tell me more
instead I defend our friendship
I’ll make you a dozen playlists darling if it helps you feel lighter
could it be you feel something more for me?
because I’m afraid to say it out loud
but I may have fallen in love with you
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 5:29 AM UTC
I use men over and over again
and they don't mind
I'm humane and kind
I don't cross boundaries
I'm just a guest
we both know it and it's already been addressed.
When he undressed me he didn't ask about my father.
When he kissed me he didn't press into my heart
because that place is very ****** dark.
I use men over and over again
to feel something
to have fun
it doesn't really matter,
because we're all agreed, this is something we both need.
But you pushed and shoved, smashed and cannonballed my wall,
I didn't want you to ask or see behind my mask,
And even though I fought this fight with laughter against your shooting questions,
you pushed and shoved against my door to find out more.
You were sweet I must admit, romantic and gentle,
but there is a reason everything is compartmental.
because when you left the next day you didn't stop to check the doorway,
where you carelessly left behind my open heart and eyes.
I didn't want to share my insides because as you walked away you didn't check to see what damage you had done.
Asking questions you didn't want the answers to.
I use men but I don't ask more than I'm ready to receive,
and they agree I'm not trying to deceive,
but you blew the doors of pandoras box and left me with the mess
that I now have to try and repress
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC
If you want to feel come out with me
just for the company
I promise I don’t always bite back and fight. The raging fire is subsided she is neutral, for now.
Is this happiness?
I’d like to hold your hand against mine
Feel the creases and the patterns of your skin, even just for the night.
If you want to feel come out with me, I know it’s far too soon to say I like you but the way you make me feel
I’d like to hold your hand against mine
The last thing I want is to confuse you darling but it’s far too soon to say can’t we just hold hands
Do I cross your mind as much as you run around mine?
When we kiss I can’t stop laughing
Is this happiness?
I’ve been lost for a while, I may still be lost but I think I’d like to hold your hand just for a little while.
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 7:31 PM UTC
Forty days have passed and I still think about you every night
As I lay down in my bed
As I lay down with my thoughts
Forty days have passed and I don’t wear black everyday
But I feel that shade inside
Plain and simple
Dark and lonely
There’s nothing I can do to change it
You’re gone and that’s permanent
The finality is jarring
Forty days have passed but every night I close my eyes and see them throw dirt over you
My heart sinks and lowers down my rib cage echoing your coffin
I know that wasn’t you, you left us already by then
Yet why does my mind keep returning to that scene
Forty days have passed but Cyprus doesn’t feel quite like home anymore
Neither does London.
Forty days have passed and I keep finding my eyes stinging and breath escaping
I don’t know what to do, I don’t think any of the family know what to do now you’re gone
I suppose just carry on
Forty days have passed and my black clothes mean nothing to these people or my friends but you know and so do I
Every night I look at those constellations you pointed with one hand and the other holding your cigarette
When I see the stars shine
It’s your sign
Six months have passed and I know you’re here but I can’t bring myself to take off this black just yet
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 8:10 PM UTC
I'm so tired all the time,
wishing it was my bedtime
So uninspired and heavy
my thoughts push my head further into the pillow
gravity hooks its steel claws into my skin keeps dragging
my mind keeps lagging
my eyes sting and cry
perhaps I need a lullaby?
I'm so tired all the time,
my eyelids are in a constant fight
against the glowing light
i feel all this guilt as I sink further into my quilt
Why do my limbs feel numb and my limbs like they will collapse
perhaps I should get up?
I'm just so tired all the time,
yet why can I not sleep when I'm already in this deep
I'm so tired all the time,
perhaps this time if I close my eyes
sleep will creep upon me
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
You mean nothing to me anymore
I am no longer your *****
go and tie that noose around your neck
you bet I won't be there
I think about you and cannot remember why
why did I let myself cry
why did I let myself repeatedly die
You mean nothing to me anymore
even your name is just an eyesore
I walk with pride with each stride
no longer sunken and petrified
of your inner Jekyll and Hyde
You mean nothing to me anymore
and with that statement its the end of this cold war
I don't know what my future has in store
but I'm ready to go explore
I'm ready to walk this road alone
You mean nothing to me anymore
I know on this path i'll fall down and ask what's this all for
with disillusioned hopes and words- I miss you come back
I'll get back on track and realise
You may mean nothing to me but I mean the world to me
and its about time I became a ******* priority.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 10:22 AM UTC
I would be lying if i said i wasn't thinking about you
when i awake up and go to sleep,
i close my eyes and just see these black sheep
when i'm lying down alone
where the hell is my backbone?
I would be lying if i said i wasn't thinking about you
even after i had seen him
i find myself wondering where you have been
finding myself dreaming in-between
his childlike charms and your arms
I would be lying if i said i wasn't thinking about you
that time we spent in bed all day and night
yelling **** the daylight and ***** the moonlight because we have each other and it will be alright
I would be lying if i said i wasn't thinking about you
that time you left me crying because you had better things to do
that time you left when i needed you the most
and you came back after like a really ****** ghost
I would be lying if i said i wasn't thinking about you
but i would also be ******* joking if i said i wanted you back
i've enjoyed this good old throwback
but don't confuse thinking with missing
you left and you stink of regret but you've become a memory, a silhouette
I would be lying if i said i wasn't thinking about you
but you'd always fall through
and i'm quite busy with someone who cares
because he hasn't caused me any nightmares
and i'm actually proud to be called theirs.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 6:26 PM UTC
I don't want to walk in to a room full of strangers
have you even thought of the dangers?
Well I have at 3 am each night
they sure do bring me great delight
I don't want to walk in
oh my god give me some gin
They won't like me
I'm just a wannabe
Imposter syndrome
I just wanna go home
I don't want to walk in
They're looking at the white's of my eyes
I don't mean to dramatise
but I might die
I don't want to talk in
and I can feel my chest
I'm so ******* stressed
I'm walking in
Is this auto-pilot because this is your captain speaking and get ready for a crash and ****** burn
I've reached the point of no return
Walk in you big ******* baby
whats the worst that could happen?
I talk too fast with too much passion?
so what if they don't like me I already sound like banshee
At least try to be care-free
I can't make any guarantees
but step by step in to the room
it won't be all doom and gloom
Just walk in and see you might even make a friend in the end
who didn't want to walk in to too
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 2:25 PM UTC
They tell us we need education
It's a part of creation
It becomes your foundation
And you know what, I want to write a dissertation
But there's a sly deprivation
a twisted and greedy **** that creates this limitation,
our gardens are drowning in them.
Let's stop this perpetuation.
Let's stop the subordination.
We need a reforestation.
They have the education yet they lack communication.
Can't you see the starvation of education? It's causing me frustration.
They hold the apple of knowledge and dangle it above our heads,
I am surrounded by dead ends.
A ********** over education.
Lets demand our own salvation from this privation.
How would they handle a confrontation? Or even better a collaboration?
If we share education as a nation,
Then we can all go to graduation.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC