He’s just a boy, at heartchasing pretty facestrying to bury his demons in flesh. I’m just a girl, at heartpulling up my drawbridgeplaying princess, alone in my ivory tower. We’re just bad for each other, at hearta chemical reaction not meant for this life.
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conflicting storms
He asks me if I love himI say not yet how could I?I barely know himhe hasn’t seen me. He thinks love is a tempestblowing in and bringing chaos in it’s wakedestroying what has been.I think love is a warm summer breezetickling my skinwarming my facewrapping me in sweet seduction. So who is righthow doContinue reading “conflicting storms”
time doesn’t stop
It’s been a year and eight months, almostsomehow it feels like both an eternity and no time at allthe magical shapeshifting nature of time under grief.I still feel like I can text you or DM you or call youunder false pre-tenses, just to hear your voice, to know you’re still therebut you’re somewhere else andContinue reading “time doesn’t stop”
full moon in Aquarius
I keep writing about the same thingover and overAbout youalways about youI’m afraid to stopbecause it’s all I have left of you.
Lost Love
I’m afraid to fall in love againbecause it feels disloyal. Like if I do it meant I didn’t love him as much as I said I didas much as I know I did. But what else is there to do? I loved a boyin very many ways we grew up together. The difference is hisContinue reading “Lost Love”
little things
I love the little waysto fall in love a personplatonic love, romantic love,fantasy love,like the little drawings they doodle in idlenessor the way they twirl their hair when they’re nervousany little thingthe minute detailsyou slowly get to knowthe things that stick out mosteven after the passage of timeconcrete intricaciesquick moments of human delight.
the tiger and the kitten
Have you ever looked into the face of a docile purring catand seen the tiger lying underneath the surface? A brief glimpse of the stealthy predator that lives withinwaiting to pounce at it’s preywhen the moment is right? Have you ever felt that way about your own tiger within?Known this humdrum life is not allContinue reading “the tiger and the kitten”
The Weekend
Ah the weekendthis human conception of timethis monetization of freedomWe live all week for some reposeonly to spend half of it dreading the nextfor whatWhat life is this?
on existence
I keep writing of dreamsof loves lost found again only in slumberI poeticize the hell out ofunattainableunrecognizablesubconscious renderings. Except it’s not totallyunrecognizableI see shapes and sounds that are vaguely familiarthey resemble my waking lifein a painfully sharp wayleaving me longing for pasts unreachable. Waking up sobbingchest heavingbody tremblingsomehow louder in the calm darknessI curse myselfContinue reading “on existence”
into the void
I am tiredtired of giving more than I receiveand still feeling so alone.Constantly lost in my thoughts, drowning in despairno one to turn to.People always offer “but you can talk to me!”yet when I do, I can feel the discomfortor they give me some stock reply‘I’m sorry you feel that way!’ ‘That sucks!’Cold & clinical.MaybeContinue reading “into the void”
pretty words for wicked girls 