"You cant have it all," they say
And that, for me, is fine
I don't need everything
Just enough to get by
I don't want a mansion,
Or love, or wealth
I just want to know
How to love myself
I lost my phone
I lost my keys
I ponder if it would be easier
To hide where nobody
Could find me
Too?
When my sanity is tied so tightly to the notion
That you will always be mine
I hope you understand why I'm broken
When the strings of fate that tangled us together
Begin unraveling
Like the denumount of a bittersweet film
That I've seen coming but just can't bear to watch.
I've turned the ending in my mind
Like a smooth stone in my hand
Feeling for any scratch and mar
To justify holding on
Instead of skipping it on the surface of the sea.
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5/14
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.
I tremble in the cold
Of December
Yet the warmth
In my heart
Lights up my soul
Like the strands of beauty
On the tree
You are the poem
That I dream to write
But fail to grasp
Each time
I want to love a person who loves me with my mask on, but dosent shrink away when I take it off. I want to love a person who accepts who I am underneath the layers of lies and falsity that I put up. I want to love a person who thinks my flaws are beautiful. I want someone to love me for me.
I wanted you before I knew what love was, but then I understood that it is a constant battle. I push away when you pull me in, I say I love you when you can't stand to look at me. Love is a war- a brutal fight. Because love isn't easy. We work, we fight, but when it comes down to it we both would take a bullet for the other. Even if we pulled the trigger.
these words are my burden
my suffering
my tears
these words are my heartbreak
and the pain of all my years
these poems are my hardships
my brokeness
my pain
these poems are what I write
to make it go away
Have you ever
Felt as if
Breathing water
Would be easier
Than breathing
Air?
An amber tinted room
Grey with clouds of smoke
That make my head spin
Like a vinyl record
Spiraling down
Until all i know
Are your violet eyes
And our desperate howls
Beneath the crimson moon