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the need of you has passed
new age is coming
blooming, my dearest, is in fashion now
goodbye
-a ghost of a memory
Paper heart
Paper heart belongs to the wind
Lost in the wind
Only to find shelter in your journal
Safety between the pages and the spaces of the words
In between the lines
Where secrets lie
(To be continued)
Borrowed time
The time I have is borrowed from the other universes that lay parallel to ours. My other selves knew this one would be short lived with you.
Truest form of my love for us
My heart always tells me be fair and just. The pain I gave you, whether it was intentional or not, I want back. If I love you then I want more than just that. I want all your debt that you owe to Suffering
Me too
There will be a moment where you just jump onto me. Your arms around my neck and legs around my waist. You wouldn't be touching the earth anymore. . Me too
I hope Today smiles at you like I smile at you
I hope you love yourself like I love you
I hope you want your body like I want you
I don't need you to shout love to the world. I rather you whisper it in my ear. Ever so gentle with a soft touch of hand on cheek.
I would look up when I walked in downtown Houston. Those buildings always made me feel small. But your love makes them feel even smaller.
Icarus
With these wings I'll fly
So high
And the ground will mean nothing to me
Just like the fear of falling
In your rays of light I'll bask in
Wanting more
I'll go higher
And try to get closer
Only to have my wings leave me
I will fall
Only to have the ground remind me
That it's safer here
Then I'll look up
And miss your warmth all over again
So I'll find new wings to take me higher
I'll fail one hundred more times
Just as long I'm falling for you
Until I get it right
You'll be my sun
I'll be your Icarus
Everyone looks at art and says how it makes them feel
Looking at you makes me feel like I'm looking at art
Colours
pink like the roses you gave me
like the blush tinting my cheeks
like my lips lifted into a smile
blue like the ribbon binding the flowers together
like the infinite sky above us
like the little birds chirping their tunes
green like the leaves of those flowers
like the soft grass beneath our feet
like that four-leaf clover;
handing you my luck
orange like the sun’s rays
streaming in through the window,
bathing everything in a warm glow.
silver like the ring encircling your finger,
like the one identical to mine
like the stars twinkling in the night sky,
when I fell asleep in your arms.
gold like the pendant glinting at my throat
unlike the promises
that you made to me,
and broke.
white like your t-shirt
before it was stained with your deceit
like the little lies you told me;
till I didn’t know what to believe
black like your wavy hair
silky to the touch
like the murky air
that’s suffocating the two of us
grey like the storm that’s been brewing
lightning striking in flashes,
like those pink roses,
the ones I burned to ashes.
did i know you?
i still think of you
a passing thought in my mind's traffic.
i pay no attention,
"ignore it and it'll go away"
most days, it works.
but some days, in the dead of the night
when the darkness engulfs
both me and my musings,
it does not work.
it does not work and I reach out,
clutching that thought,
clinging to it
the idea of you.
the you I've built in my head.
the you who's soft as the petals of a rose,
comforting like a cup of warm chocolate.
but it isn't real,
it never was.
the real you pricks me
like the thorns of that very rose;
the real you is cold, indifferent.
or maybe,
i don't know you.
my mind deceives me,
there is no black and white,
only a grey haze.
as my fingers hover over your name on my phone,
i pull them back.
maybe I know you, maybe I don't.
maybe I miss you, but it's not enough.
your thorns have pricked me more than once.
so I still think of you,
but I'll never let you know.
idc
I don't care
I draw hard lines in the sand
Only to watch them swept up by waves
I don't care
I say to myself as I watch you
And her do the same things we did
I don't care
I tell myself as I see
your name on my screen
I don't care
I think as the songs fill my ears
And your face fills my mind
I don't care
I tell my friends
when you come up in a conversation
Because to admit
the opposite is weakness
It's giving in to you
It's disappointing myself
It's all the times
I went running back to you
when I knew exactly how it would end.
In a twisted knot
begging to be untangled
In nothing more than grey,
nothing more than ashes and dust.
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I repeat
Until the words lose their meaning
Until you're nothing
but a faded photograph
Until I can't remember
the exact sound of your voice
Until I can't recall
the things we used to talk about
Until you're nothing
but an afterthought.
“What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don’t know and I’m afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.” - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
trying
they say you’ll know
when someone loves you.
but I love you,
yet you don't know it
i fail to tell you
over and over.
the words are at the tip of my tongue,
threatening to pour out,
but what comes out instead
is venom that scalds your skin.
i swear im trying
my best; this beast
is terrifying. More so
than the thought of you
disappearing. It appears
that im just afraid
to admit it–
to you, to myself.
and I'm hoping,
that your love
will be sustenance enough
for you and me both.
Sciamachy
I’ve slackened the reins,
The ones keeping her compliant.
When I stand facing her now,
It’s all the same.
My gaze washes over her features,
The details etched on my mind.
The unevenness of her eyes
The slope of her nose,
The curve of her lips.
But something is different;
Unsettling.
The sparkle in her eyes has disappeared,
In its place a pitch-black void.
Terrifying me,
Tempting me,
Luring me in,
In to its vast nothingness.
A devious promise of freedom.
We’re screaming now,
Both grappling for control.
Growing louder and louder
But in reality,
we're shrouded by a deafening silence.
I feel the reins slipping,
and I don’t recognize her anymore.
So I concede,
turning away,
and leaving the mirror behind me.
too much
is there such a thing as
too much love?
can you love someone too much?
to the point where it's overflowing.
it grows until there's no more space;
until you can't breathe.
the love,
it consumes you.
it consumes your thoughts,
your time,
your emotions,
your entire being.
it twists and turns,
growing and changing,
until you don't recognize it anymore.
until you don't recognize yourself.
it doesn't matter though,
because you'll love every moment of it.
even the parts you hate
you'll love;
you've got too much of it anyway.
I should have left
when the kisses moved from my lips to my cheeks.
I should have left
when the warm hugs
turned into quick brushes.
I should have left
when a cold shoulder replaced
the one I leaned on.
When a few words
sparked arguments
and hour long silences,
I should have turned my back on you.
But I didn't
And that's my mistake to bear.
You were bitter
so, so bitter,
but your sweet aftertaste
had me coming back for seconds
and more.
I should have left when
my name on your lips stopped sounding like music
and your eyes
no longer held all the stars
in the night sky.
I should have left you
the moment we fell out of love.
you don’t know how much you meant to me.
how the words that left your lips
pierced my heart,
lurking in my head for hours.
how the sweet texts you sent
are locked up in my gallery
after all these months.
i look at them sometimes,
the screenshots taking me back
to a time that may have existed,
to a version of us
that looks perfect
in the haze of nostalgia.
is that a smile or a grimace?
a bittersweet taste on my tongue.
you don’t know how much you meant to me.
that drunken voice note still haunts me.
“i love you”s whispered in the dead of the night.
hours before dawn broke;
days before your heart did too.
i'm not sorry though.
i was sick of us,
sick of running in circles,
of the loop we were stuck in,
of our never-ending endings,
one step forward, two steps back.
you were a habit I couldn’t break,
but it was time to stop.
like a wilted flower clinging to a branch,
it was time to let go.
old habits die hard,
but as the nostalgia fades,
reality slams into me in waves.
and I’m glad I never told you
just how much you meant to me.