#understatement
A wish in a coal mine
Rainbows yell at each other...
When darkness comes to shine
Certainly, suddenly knows when we bother
Subtle echoes of feelings
A heart has for few, a sense oft due
Made from silent charisma, a ruse in the dealings?
Of our vanity, who'se business is in adding love?
Rainbows know when to cry...
Like better asking, we already have?
Do their birds of a feather, have wishes to fly?
Wings in love, encourage mercy to save...
Integrity has taken a step...
Many and a marvel, keeping a peace
Like the sun, worshipped a lip
With a night's simplicity; is our ease...?
Each of a smile
If not the shied but true kiss, of respect
And its weary way, to another tear of denial?
Letting hope see our knowing, we know what to expect...
Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 11:43 PM UTC
I like you a lot.
I'm glad that we met.
I'm always happy to see you...
I worry it's hard
to deal with my ****
and still want me to be near you...
I feel really lucky.
It seems so unlikely
you'd see me as endearing...
But like air on a flame
when you call me by name
my heart lifts at the hearing.
Feb 21, 2022
Feb 21, 2022 at 1:40 PM UTC
Let me tell you a story
Of a poet who forget her words
To tell you that this was debilitating
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Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 8:40 AM UTC
***I NEED YOU. HAVE I NOT MADE THAT CLEAR? I WANT TO HEAR SWEET LITTLE NOTHINGS WHISPERED IN MY EAR. I WISH I WASN'T WRITHING FOR A DRINK OR A DRUG TO CLEAR MY MIND OF ALL THE ***** THOUGHTS YOU LEFT BEHIND. TOO MUCH TO HANDLE? UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE CENTURY!!! I NEED YOU, BUT MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE I WANT YOU TO NEED ME.***
please
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
Somewhere between the ruthless January and the grey Springs,
I realized that my feet had begun to sink
way too under the ocean bed
and that I could no longer swim;
and to call it suffocating would be an understatement.
I never could justify to myself
the need I held of listening to your voice.
Sometimes, I would listen
to the dial tone for hours
and fall asleep to it;
and to call it crippling would be an understatement.
I spent Saturday night without you,
flipping through old photographs and listening to blues.
I can tell from what it felt like inside,
that I have never been more neglected.
And to call myself abandoned would be an understatement.
I would watch the short shadows elongate
and the rising sun, set
and yet,
I thought that if I waited a little more,
I could figure out why I wasn’t just scarred but,
scarred to death.
And to call myself numb would be an understatement.
And with each time you hung up on me,
each time you made me cry,
each time you left me alone,
left me to here to die,
I put on a broken smile.
And to call it love would be an understatement.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
“I miss you” is an understatement
Because when I say “I miss you” what I’m really saying is that
Every day I go without your laughter
Without your smile
Without your voice
Without your intoxicating presence
Is a day wasted
It’s a day the sun is a bit duller
Food a bit blander
And oxygen less satisfying
Suffice it to say
“I miss you” is an understatement
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC