poetry by happier

poetry written through tears to the stars 🌺 ig: @poetryhappier

[floweunoia]

I can get through

the dark times

but I don't think

you realised.

hope I will never apologise again when there is no reason to

Happier, 2025

[floweunoia]

I set the words on fire

your silence turns to ashes

the brick wall is caving in...

it seems like the end

although we can't breathe.

Happier, 2025

[floweunoia]

I will run away

one day for sure

I will take all my flowers

and give them a new home.

Unfortunately, we all change, so don't cry pitifully that I didn't want to grow up in your box.

With love, Happier 2025

[floweunoia]

I fell in love with lilies

and I don't know why

it's strange but thrilling

at the same time

because

I've never felt this way

about a ghost, a soulmate

an unknown person

who would eventually

come along the way

like spring

like warm day in March

when snow melts

and greenery breaks through the ice...

I draw them

in my notes

using paints, pencils,

crayons, pens and chalk

in any colours and shapes

figuring it out along the way

how they smell

taste and look

how they speak

where they live

and bloom

if at all

Happier, 2025

[floweunoia]

I matured

at a very young age.

enough to convince a friend

not to kill herself.

I was eleven and a half,

also smart enough,

although nothing made sense

also understanding enough,

although inside I was mad

also brave enough,

although I was falling apart...

my mother came into the room, she started talking about something unrelated, I smiled and I remember I think I even laughed.

while a message appeared on my phone

and I've never forgotten that day.

Happier, 2025

Ps. I hope you are okay

[floweunoia]

I was drawing

petals in my notes

making wild circles

and curved lines...

leading nowhere, but

just wishing to be found

how sudden

a story can turn out

rotting all the petals,

one by one...

I swear, I thought

these would be different

ones

but life has shown

very clearly

how blurry it can be,

at times

you don't have to,

but still can

to cry right now

I promise you,

we will be just fine.

Happier, 2025

reply “❤️” if you feel it too

[floweunoia]

Hi!

You can also find me on instagram now! 🤗🌺 @/poetryhappier

[floweunoia]

this urge to run away

like Aurora said...

I will be dancing in the

pourning rain, while

thinking about the place

to wich I could belong...

looking constantly

for a soft place to fall

Happier, 2025

Runaway by Aurora

[floweunoia]

to be loud

to be seen

I do not need to fill in.

Happier, 2025

[floweunoia]

lips on hips

your breath on me

the fuzzy words

flying by

and the beats of hearts

crossing out

our skin lines

maybe in another life,

maybe not at all

but somewhere between the spaces of time,

for sure

I was breathing heavily into your mouth

while you were whispering that you are mine

Happier, 2025

[floweunoia]

I still remember

your smell

after a few hours

and whole day

at times I think

I can feel it on my skin

likely to imagine

that you are here

with me.

(Oh, please, let it sink in)

Happier, 2025

[floweunoia]

the warmth

kissing my skin

moving like waves on my body

and holding me close

while whispering quietly

the language of love

Happier, 2025

[floweunoia]

Hi!

You can also find me on instagram now! 🤗🌺 @/poetryhappier

[floweunoia]

I've learned

to place flowers in every space

draw petals on your neck

and calling it a garden

to which I look every day

sowing new seeds and waiting

for the colours to appear

'cause I am their sun and rain

sunrise and sunset

soil and fertiliser

even in my darkness

I am their brightness

I've learned to love flowers

in all their forms.

Happier, 2025

[floweunoia]

everyone obsessed

with their “first times”

but no one is talking

about “the last”

when you held

someone's hand?

when you fell silent

when others yelled?

past love and the last

“I feel the same”

a honest conversation

that was never completed

a few sparks and sad tears

streaming down

to the heart

We may never have

the firsts, but there will

always be the lasts.

Happier, 2025

[floweunoia]

Not because the snow

fell too early nor the frost got under our trouser legs, but because the world knows something we don't know yet. It is not a tragedy that it started with shame and will probably end with something of the same. The day we let human life be lived and learn the language of gratitude and humility, only then, I think good things will be ahead of us. Endless memories and fragile moments, explosions of joy and downpours of sincerity. We are in chaos as humans and this will probably never to change. We weave, stitch and leap between threads, convinced that we are part of something bigger than ourselves. We walk a fine line, at each other's side. And we think when it will all be passed. And whether with us.

Happier, 2024*, published 2025

[floweunoia]

Flowers tell stories.

soon.