zoey

poetry blog

[acidicstardust]

your room is painted dark green and feels like it’s out of reality

the bathroom burgundy red

your mother offers me a cup of tea and a “nice to meet you” before running out of the door

[acidicstardust]

if you love yourself enough hook up culture doesn’t hurt anymore

[acidicstardust]

kinda just wanna fuck it up & do a degree in creative writing for absolutely no reason other than i want to

[acidicstardust]

i thought that i was dreaming when your lips moved against mine

i asked everyone if you were a figment of my imagination

i had no chance to prepare

i couldn’t see you coming

[acidicstardust]

late afternoon

talk slow about how you came to be the boy sitting beside me

eyes, the bluest colour i’ve ever seen

disappearing dimples when thinking about money. i couldn’t resist touching

lazy glances and playing with my nose ring

eye contact before a right turn

sparrow sitting on the wing mirror - it flew away before you could hold it

snake on the dashboard

the passing murals your mother painted

[jojordan-art-deactivated2025120]

[christopherbarnard]

Halloween at Studio 54, 1981 

[acidicstardust]

it doesn’t sit right with me that i feel this much for him

[ellehena]

[acidicstardust]

i wish i kissed you that night

[acidicstardust]

i’m not trying to be poetic. this is real

you have broken my heart

you break it every day when i can’t tell you how i feel about you because you have someone else

to hold and to love how you once showed me a sliver of

but you never loved me like you do her

we were more impermanent, because i was stupid and scared to come to realise that your love didn’t transcend, or match mine for you

i’m not allowing myself to cry because i did this to myself

but you’re always tugging at the pieces of my heart

i had a chance to be with you

i don’t think you ever thought about me how i’m thinking about you

you said, ‘it hurt me, but i get it’ and now we’ve switched roles

but you were just lonely

the difference is i don’t want anyone if it isn’t you

[acidicstardust]

the sun gives me kisses no boy could replicate. she shows me how to love and be loved. gentle and encapturing, so warm you feel it in your soul. as you are; nothing more. nothing less.

[acidicstardust]

to the boy i briefly loved.

i don’t know if you were ever really prepared to be mine.

or the extent of your feelings towards me.

my own fault. i took too many pills at the time

and while my head was in the clouds, i was letting my life happen around me in a euphoric, chemically induced daze.

having to cope with the ‘you’ induced heart break i was always too numb for. until now.

i was trying to suppress everything i felt for you

because i thought you didn’t feel for me as strongly

no one gave me affection like you

and now that i think about it, i don’t want anyone other than you

even if you don’t want me

even if you never did

i was too afraid to ask

but what is mine will return back to me

[acidicstardust]

i want to see your skin under my sheets

not just in the light, but under the sheets, where no one else cares to look

golden threads loose on my pillow case

and the sun just bronze in the background

vegan caramel ice blocks during our days

beige acrylics and vanilla cold brew

apple cider from red cups, small victories when we remember how well we work in a team

sandalwood candles at night

surrounded by white

contrasted with sea

and a moment silence

contrasted with waves

i dream of you in beautiful variants of white and gold

[thespilledquotes]

You are the sum total of everything you've ever seen, heard, eaten, smelled, been told, forgot it's all there. Everything influences each of us, and because of that I try to make sure that my experiences are positive.

— Maya Angelou

[bouquet-ofclumsy-thoughts]

“I spent eighteen years begging my dad to love me.“”

— colddecembersnow (click for more quotes)

[acidicstardust]

i was an in love with you, i still am:

my leg falls over your tired body.

i try move it but you pull me back.  i take small sips out of my bottle, you drink some too, which i found quite cute. you tuck my underwear into my shorts. you cup my face in your hands, rub my hairline and tell me I'm pretty while we did homework. you grabbed my hands and kissed them while reading, i have to compete for your attention but sometimes you gift it to me.  maybe you see me as too normal, maybe you need to wipe your eyes.  you run your thumb over my scars and say they look pretty in a way, i appreciate that you don't make it sad. you make me feel almost equal to you. angel boy, how i wish you were mine.