#poetryjournal
*You wouldn't just leave,
that was never gonna be enough for you.
You wanted to drag my soul through the pits of misery,
have it's beauty carved on glass...
...because you knew just how easily it could break.
You wanted to take every part of me there was to take,
just so you could rip me to shreds...
...leaving me in pieces
that could never mend.
Little did you know that I was already detached from my being...
...the moment you thought you were becoming one with it.
That I was so estranged from the person you knew...
...because I was already becoming someone you would never get to know.
You took all there was to take,
not because you had that power over me,
but rather
because I gave up what was no longer necessary for my existence.*
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 4:46 PM UTC
*Nothing that happens in life
is by mistake or default,
It is a conscious decision
that one chooses to endure
(whether good or bad)
and regardless of the outcome,
Always look forward to the fact
that there is always something
that is meant to come of it.*
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 5:26 AM UTC
*Read
what I write,
to understand my
thoughts & feelings.*
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
Life is lived to it's fullest,
When you can still FEEL
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 5:09 AM UTC
The rain almost seemed alive as it scattered
from the trees and houses onto the hot ground.
It was cold.
The coupling of the two bore a thin, ghostly steam.
The night hugged her like a warm vignette.
She wore gypsy boots, a cowl hoodie, and a camera around her neck.
She liked the way the lights danced in the water.
As the steam lingered, as if hypnotized by the slick, black diamonds slowly dripping from the sky.
The music in her head, as does her voice, has no sound.
Not silent.
Not to be heard, to be played.
It is the only thing that moves her.
She almost seems happy when she's dancing in the rain.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC