veronica sansing

poetry blog

[daisyboundpages]

i trust you, not because i like you, or because i simply decided to. i trust you because if you promised to hand each of the stars in the sky for me, i know you would find a way to. if you told me you would part the sea so i could cross, i know you would somehow manage to do so. you consistently tell me you will do something, and then you do it. i trust you, not because i like you, or because i simply decided to, but because you've earned it.

over and over, you’ve earned it. // v.s. (via @daisyboundpages​)

2/13/2021 11:11 am

[daisyboundpages]

you used me every single day, draining me, constantly demanding more and more. you would cut me open and bleed me dry simply because you felt that i owed it to you. i would have nothing left, and you would make me feel as if it was my fault. as if i was not giving you what i was required to. and worst of all, i let myself believe that you were right.

you are gone, and i am still replenishing. // v.s. (via @daisyboundpages​)

2/8/2021 7:56 pm

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snow swirled through the air, gently in the wind, falling softly to the earth in the eye of the storm. now delicate flakes are forced to the ground into icy heaps and hills, patiently waiting for this storm to finally break.

midwinter blues // v.s. (via @daisyboundpages​)

2/7/2021 6:20 pm

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tiny toes on top of feet. little fingers in large hands. girlish giggles fill the air, drowning out the sweet tune. a fond memory of a time before.

a father daughter dance // v.s. (via @daisyboundpages​)

2/6/2021 12:51 pm

[daisyboundpages]

you've been falling asleep, trying to listen to my story as you slowly drift away. half asleep, half awake. your nose scrunches up in your sleepy haze, and a smile spreads across your lips as i call out to you, "wake up, my darling. the bathroom floor is far too cold for that kind heart of yours."

it’s time to go to bed. // v.s. (via @daisyboundpages​)

2/5/2021 3:44 am

[daisyboundpages]

but i didn't just fall in love with you. i fell in love with the way that you light up a whole room. i fell in love with the dimples on your cheeks when you smile. i fell in love with the shine in your eyes when you look at me. i fell in love with the way you can make me laugh without trying. i fell in love with the parts of you that are scared to trust, but try anyway. i fell in love with the way that you tell me things you've never shared before. i fell in love with all of you, with every single piece of you, no matter how chipped or cracked or crushed it may be. i fell in love with all of you.

and the way that you love me, too. // v.s. (via @daisyboundpages​) 2/4/2021 2:43 am

[daisyboundpages]

just like fire, you devour everything in sight. with your burning lips and blazing tongue, you swallow everything whole, allowing it to feed your flames. but upon our first encounter, you chewed me up and spit me out because little did you know, that i could extinguish you in mere seconds.

carbon dioxide // v.s. (via @daisyboundpages) 2/3/2021 1:05 pm

[daisyboundpages]

a woman putting a filter on a photo or video of her body to make it look like a silhouette is not an invitation to uncover her body beneath, in the same way that a woman answering her door in a robe, covering her body, is not an invitation to yank it off and see what is below.

silhouette challenge // v.s. (via @daisyboundpages) 2/3/2021 7:34 pm

[daisyboundpages]

and all i want to do is reach out and touch you. to feel the warmth of your skin beneath my fingertips. to press my lips to your cheek, as you drift off to sleep. to touch your heart in the same way that you have touched mine.

but just to hold you for a moment would suffice. // v.s. (via @daisyboundpages) 2/3/2021 2:36 am

[daisyboundpages]

every doubt that i think up, you wipe away, the same way that you wipe away the tears running down my cheeks— gently and with reassurance that you're not going anywhere and that you're here to support me and to care for me. you're not like the others.

and you keep proving it. // v.s. (via @daisyboundpages) 1/31/2021 11:36 pm

[daisyboundpages]

and it's crazy because you were a complete stranger, and with a simple greeting, a seed was planted deep within each of us, and now they have grown and wrapped themselves around our bones, binding us together. and it's crazy because you were a complete stranger, and now you are my closest friend.

oh, how fast we grow // v.s. (via @daisyboundpages) 1/30/2021 3:57pm

[daisyboundpages]

Do not pick a flower because you think it is pretty, for in picking it, you are killing it. Leave it, allow it to grow, and admire its beauty as it does. And it it wilts away, do not cry, for it will be reborn, and you can watch it bloom all over again.

leave the flowers be. // v.s. (via @daisyboundpages)

[daisyboundpages]

Her eyes were rivers, rushing at me, rampant, pinning me down and drowning me right where I stood.

river eyes. // v.s. (via @daisyboundpages)

[daisyboundpages]

Now here I am, wandering around the spaces of my mind, overthinking every word that came from our mouths, rerunning every smile, every laugh, and awkward glance in my direction in my head. Because I keep thinking that somewhere in the hour we spent talking, I massively fucked up. Even though I know that you are like me. You share the same issues— the same internal conflicts that I suffer endlessly. And still, I cannot believe otherwise.

v.s. (via @daisyboundpages)

[daisyboundpages]

Time. She can be a million things. She can be a gift, or a giver, a punisher, or even a punishment. She sits, stretches herself out between people, places, things. She is endless, and yet, one day, there will be no more of her for us.

there’s never enough of her. // v.s. (via @daisyboundpages)

[daisyboundpages]

They say, despite all that happened, 'You're allowed to miss them,' 'You're allowed to miss the good times,' 'You're allowed to miss the memories.' but I hope you know that 'despite all that happened' I don't miss a damn thing about you.

it’s okay not to miss them too. // v.s. (via @daisyboundpages)

[daisyboundpages]

Sometimes when I'm alone in the dark I can hear your whispers, and they feel like your cold hands wrapped around my neck. 'Let me in again,' they say, as your grip grows tighter. And I've discovered that if I let you squeeze hard enough, everything goes black, and you're gone when I come to.

sleeping it off. // v.s. (via @daisyboundpages)