Why Is It That People Always Ask My Why I Have Glasses? Im Blind, You Idiot. If I Didn't Have Them, You
Why is it that people always ask my why I have glasses? Im blind, you idiot. If I didn't have them, you would be asking me why I’m running into walls.
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Thoughts on Love #11
You were a silent storm. Looming until finally you broke and I was washed out by downpours and blinded by lightning. Although it wasn't the thunder that rocked my world, only when I reached the eye of the storm did I see the peace and stillness of your true self- the one that I fell in love with. That was the part that shook my world, creating a new storm inside myself
The bloodiest hands
Are those of time.
As it passes
And the seasons change,
All things age
And die.
I stole your name
From the gusts of wind
And wondered
If it was destiny?
A metaphorical
Gun to my head
Threaten a fate
I would rather
Instead
A moment too soon
Or not soon enough
Maybe this metaphor
Is more real
Than I thought
We are gilded people
Glittering with gold
Which disguises the hatred
And misery
Bubbling beneath our skin
Thoughts on Love #5
Love is a two way street.
The road is in the middle of nowhere, and a little bit bumpy. The speed limit is 60, but everyone goes 90. It has a few sharp turns, but everyone finds it more fun to nearly fly off the pavement. We drove, coming from opposite directions, and collided head on. That is the love I know from you: The bumpy, unpredictable, fast paced ride that takes me by surprise every time.
Thoughts on Love #6
There is something insincere about ‘I love you’.
I mean so much more when I say those words, that I feel will never be understood. This isn't lust, this isn’t friendship- this is something in between. This love is me giving my heart, my soul, my everything to you and trusting that you will do the same.
I used to be a poet once
But now I've lost my spark
The words that once came freely
Are lost now in the dark.
I try not to get discouraged
At this subtle, painful change
But I've become a different person now
Though I yearn to be the same.
Dont you think I've hurt enough?
My chest is pieces
My heart is numb
Razor sharp words
Shred my skin
Daggers of emotions
Carve my soul
You did this!
Yet you scream at me
For being broken
And mangled
As if it were my fault
For loving
In the first place
A rumble in the fog
Tells me I am not alone.
Quickened breaths
Faster steps
I try to flee
What stalks me in the dark
But when the fog clears
I see an empty field
Where the weeds have grown
Unkempt
And i wonder how i am meant
To trust others
When i can barely trust
Myself
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