1. When

    I am afraid to let people close
    because when they leave
    they’ll take pieces of me with them
    and I might just fall apart
    and they might just show the world
    the raw pieces of my heart
    that have lived and died and
    breathed
    for them

    2 days ago  /  15 notes

  2. Perception

    I always figured that love was
    something that grew on you
    that life changed as you grew up
    and like any mystery I could
    solve the uncertainties
    because that’s what people do
    or at least that’s how I saw them
    there was a time when
    winter nights felt like
    the stars were falling and
    I could catch them as though
    they were meant for my fingers
    and all that mattered was how many
    I could scoop up and set free
    and they may have well been
    shooting stars
    because that’s how it felt to me
    and that’s what I thought love was
    a tiny piece of beauty that would
    fall right into my arms and
    change the way life was and
    I’d grow up that way
    but I don’t feel like that anymore
    I only see a bunch of
    snowflakes

    5 days ago  /  9 notes

  3. I am a coward

    I could tell the world how I feel
    but it wouldn’t make me any different
    they would only see how weak I am
    and nobody likes the weak
    and I am terribly weak
    but I have so much to say
    I desperately need to find my voice
    because I am suffocating here
    and I need to open up
    but it’s scary
    being open
    being seen
    being
    me

    1 week ago  /  7 notes

  4. Puzzles

    there are mysteries inside of us
    memories ripped into tiny fragments
    and each piece has a life of its own
    they are pieces of ourselves
    tiny thoughts and tiny feelings
    and sometimes they hurt
    it’s hard to see how they all connect
    and we don’t always understand
    why the pieces ache our minds
    so we try not to look at them
    but the answers are there
    each piece belongs to another
    and each time we study them
    and each time we put them together
    we find a little bit of ourselves
    and all we can do is
    search our hearts for the rest

    1 week ago  /  11 notes

  5. Comfort

    if my mind slipped any further
    into darkness
    the rain would turn cold
    and everyone would disappear
    and I wouldn’t know
    what to do with myself
    because comfort feels like
    warm rain and friendly eyes
    and in darkness I feel
    dead

    1 week ago  /  5 notes

  6. Restless

    I am restless tonight
    like unsettled waves
    with no shore to kiss
    and I am drowning in them

    I wish I didn’t have to
    breathe anymore
    so the world would be still

    2 weeks ago  /  8 notes

  7. My life

    This is not poetic, I just needed to write this. If you wanted to know some things about me, this would be a good place to start. I just started writing everything that came into my head about my childhood and my family.

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    2 weeks ago  /  10 notes

  8. River

    There is a river that flows
    From my heart to my brain
    And it carries bits and pieces of you
    Like algae you cling to cerebral tissue
    And I cannot forget your smile
    But I do not want you there
    I do not want to remember you
    Like salmon my suppression swims upstream
    But it is no match for the
    Tiny fragments of your eyes
    And I am hurting inside
    I do not want to remember you anymore
    I do not want you here

    1 month ago  /  10 notes

  9. Naive

    I am naive and I don’t know how to live
    There is only my façade of emptiness
    And I am plain like cold nights
    Where time makes no impression in my mind
    Because my head is long gone
    Dreaming and remembering and dying
    I find comfort here
    And I hate it
    I am obstinate in my thoughts and
    I feel like life has put me
    In the middle of nowhere
    And there’s plenty of time here
    Time for reflection and time for regret
    And time for going insane
    There is too much time and it aches
    It always aches
    And I admire those who are happy
    Because they have found inspiration
    They have found a way to live

    1 month ago  /  11 notes

  10. I feel like a martyr

    I grow uneasy when the day begins to darken
    And the moon takes over the sky
    It’s as though the world disappears and
    There’s only this small room where I
    Sit alone and unnoticed and my mind
    Becomes a perpetual stream of cynical thoughts
    And I surround myself in my fears and sorrows
    And I spend these lonely nights dreaming and dying and
    Sometimes I spill my blood into words so that
    I can empty myself and then I share them
    With nobody in particular
    And that’s only because I don’t have
    A particular anybody that cares enough
    And I am ashamed of myself
    Because I’ve never done enough for anybody
    I’ve never had the words to make someone smile and
    I’ve never been seen as anything but ordinary and
    I don’t know how to love
    I don’t know how to love

    1 month ago  /  6 notes