#flake
I get so nervous when I love something
And I put it down
And I leave it
Thinking that I must be leaving for good
Instead of merely
enjoying something else
I worry that I will never have anything forever
And I wonder
If that is why I love things so deeply
When I have them
I love them so hard
I tear them apart
So they don't do it to me first
But they do
We do
We tear each other apart
So yes
I leave them after
With regret and remorseful
But satisfied
But if it's special enough
I find myself back at it's door
Knocking
Hat in hand
Wondering if it's been worried I
Also wouldn't return
I worry when it opens the door
They will slam it
Before I can say I am sorry I left
And how much I missed it
I worry I am the only one
Who thinks about the death of love
While in the middle of it
But it does too
It always does too
And in my fear
Its so loud that
I can never hear
It whispering to me
I'll miss you
And I'll see you when you get back
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 8:46 PM UTC
You are like the moon
Pure and opaque..
Can be described as nothing but a giant flake.
Desirable enough to cause many heartbreak.
You are a beautiful dream from which i never wanna wake...
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 3:51 AM UTC
When you look up
to the darkness alone,
when you feel wind
tickle your bones
and when it whips frost
into your eyelashes,
when the wintry sun
makes ground glitter
with its nascent rays,
when you look at with love
each sculpted flake,
when a smile spreads
on your cold lips,
may you remember me.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 12:59 AM UTC
Uniquely Beautiful and Frozen Cold...
... and yet able to willingly melt in loving hands...
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 9:30 AM UTC
I became hidden behind the severe weather's curtain of snow and ice
Running into a danger zone that was blinding white
Face beat red as ice shards pierced my lungs
Panting out winters puff, sinking into frozen love
My ankles shackled to the inches of snow
As the wind cried along with me, the rage only began to grow
Out of breath, I knelt for a bitter moment, just to feel, taste, and see
All the little Snow flakes kisses that laid upon me
On my coat, my hat, my face, and my lips
One with its each on individual beauty of crystalized hips
Edges so sharp, breaking through the numbness that lied
I began to laughed and cried, for I was also beautifully designed
Cloak me in your blasphemous hurricane winds, white me out from sorrow
Tuck me under your soft, icy sheets of snow
Color me white as I am buried away
So I maybe cleansed and purified. This will be my blackness grave
~ ◇ Wash Me In Winter's Kiss ◇~ For there is nothing more whiter then
This
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 10:35 PM UTC
blank black screen stare
call me back, if you dare
losing phone tag, no reply
reread texts, heavy sigh
blank black screen stare
call me back, if you dare
unlock, check, and lock again
the clouds outside are heavy with rain
blank black screen stare
call me back, if you dare
seconds, minutes, hours pass
hack through time with tempered glass
blank black screen stare
call me back, if you dare
night fall, rain start
dully beating sluggish heart
blank black screen stare
call me back, if you dare
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
I wake up to the darkness
The morning light was gone
Replaced with the lightness
Of snow during the dawn
The gentle flakes fall and spin
The trees covered in white
Oh how long it's been
Since such beauty was in sight
There's an inherent joyful feeling
When the snow finally arrives
Warm emotions send me reeling
A welcoming of cold into our lives
Because of the stillness of winter
I see beauty so amazing, I shiver
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
how many steps must I take
joints grind and bones to break
this is for your sake
regrets follow in my wake
your face and smile fake
poker table I'm the rake
Nicki, Kanye and Drake
like filligry on my cake
like edgewater on a lake
real estaste will always make
dem big booties shake
to make the earth quake
and when will you flake
and make my heart break
It's then I realize you're my only mistake
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 5:10 PM UTC
Your skin wasn't so soft
Not the softness you'd find
In great love stories
You didn't always have the
Words to say something
You fumbled with them
While I babbled
You snored -
Only a little, I promise
Yet in ways I found
Them so endearing
Perhaps it was just you
And I find myself
Tripping and tumbling
And scrapping ideas
Of not needing love
Or just not being aware
Because I'm just yearning
To brush against that arm again
Stories be ******
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 4:43 AM UTC