#gew
you learn to move forward
when you learn
the difference between missing someone
and being nostalgic
you stop looking through photos-
then
you really
stop looking through photos
and you only hold onto them
until- that delete button doesn't scare you anymore.
it's when you picture yourself
happy without them and you realize
they did nothing to make you
force yourself to start thinking that way.
it's the glare that light leaves behind
when you take a polaroid; and you stand-
shaking the film, as you beg for
this photograph to develop completely
moving on is accepting that it never will.
and that perhaps- it is better that way.
it is learning that sometimes
the best lessons
are cliffhangers
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 10:33 PM UTC
everyone wants to be
EXTRAORDINARY.
significant
glorified
and memorable
I would be lying to you
If I told you I was any different
though lately,
I've been thinking a lot about
SAFETY.
how swallowing your
electric individuality
and concealing your
perfect imperfections
hurts less.
because when you are
silent
submissive
and forgettable
you don't need to worry
about people taking
more of you
then you want to give.
they don't want it anymore.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 9:11 PM UTC
I’ve always seen the world
Through rose-colored glasses
Teal glitter
Sunflowers and Baby’s Breath-
Something happy
Unflawed
And beautiful
Then you died.
The rosy lens shattered
Piercing my eyes
Drawing blood and tears,
Scouring the oceanic glitter
Staining the flowers
Forcing them to wilt.
Killing them as you were killed.
Gutting me of every sense
Of security I possessed
Clogging my veins
And fraying my nerves
Until I was so devoid of sensation
And stripped down
I became empty and numb
except
the numbness wasn’t terrible
It was bearable-
Comfortable and safe
Sustainable and sustaining
I fell in and out of love,
pushed myself harder than usual,
Isolated myself
I didn’t care that was painful-
At least I could hurt
In a less tragic
And obvious way.
And to keep you with me?
I pulled all the photos of us
Out of the dusty album
That lives in our basement-
the pictures began to leave
The ghostly scent
of flowers on my skin
I re-read old letters, cards, and texts
Called your phone even though I knew
You wouldn’t answer-
I found specks of dusty blue glitter
Accumulating in the corners of my room
Between bed sheets
and at the bottom of my bathtub
Then I cried
When no one was there
When it hurt the most to miss you
When I wouldn’t cause a scene-
The tears washed my eyes raw
But that rosy hue
Never returned
through this shattering
through this torture
through this tragedy
I began to realize what it meant
To love someone
And not realize how centra
l they are to your life
Until they’re not here anymore
They can’t hug you
and tell you its going to be okay
You won’t ever see them smile
You will never be able to them you love them
And hear them say it back.
They are gone.
And you can’t do anything about it.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
I don't want flowers or jewelry
I don't want to remember you through material objects that will wilt or get lost
I don't want temporary.
I crave something meaningful
Something permanent
So
Show me your deepest fears
Bear to me your soul
Complete with every
Crack
fracture
And microscopic imperfection
Tell me about
Your weirdest obsessions
Your favorite stories
Explain your scars
Both visceral
And visual
Tell me everything
wishes and dreams
Anxieties
qualities about yourself
that make you wonder
if you could ever be loved.
the quirks that you fear others will deem bothersome.
And I swear to you, with every pure intention in my heart.
There's no possible way I won't think it's beautiful.
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC
love the ones who gave you life,
because there is nothing
more heartbreaking
than looking at the one
who carried you beneath her heart
for the first nine months of your existence
and fearing growing too close
I have come too far
grown too strong
to crumble at the mercy
of your familiar and cruel hands.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
And she was a storm,
I get it now.
She was a thunderstorm.
Wild and beautiful
Unpredictable
You were drawn to her nature.
And she was all you could see.
And all that you could comprehend.
But I was just the wind.
I was fleeting
You didn't pay attention to me.
You just let me blow away.
I wasn't beautiful or intriguing.
I wasn't there long enough
But I understand now.
I get it.
You didn't want the wind.
It was only a small portion of what you wanted
You wanted the rain
And the thunder
Electrifying your lips
And Soaking your shirt.
You wanted to feel something.
And the wind just wasn't enough.
I still miss you.
But I understand now.
And I can live with it now.
I can live with your absence.
And I know
That one day
I'll find someone who sees a hurricane in me
And they will see everything in me
That you saw in her.
And now?
I am okay.
And I am happy.
Because I can look forward to the future.
And not dwell in the past.
I will always love you.
But I refuse to dwell on you.
I won't.
Because I'm more than what you see.
I know it.
And you will not define who I am.
No one will.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC