[forestgirlpoems]

silence at the end of a phone call is a three word sentence

[forestgirlpoems]

I don't know what is more painful

for you to not want me

at all, after all

or for you to want me

and it making no difference

whatsoever

[16tinyfrogs]

on watching a parent age

i saw somebody say “what if you’re gone and i haven’t become anything yet” and basically that broke me on a random thursday evening

[smsomah]

From the book Cut these words into my stone: ancient Greek epitaphs (Wolfe, Michael)

[forestgirlpoems]

Why does grief bruise our lungs so?

you deleted my software as you went

so how could I breathe

how could I remember to eat

when my tears washed away the last traces of

connection between my body and I

I remember, I must remember

times before when I was alone

happy, breathing, eating, laughing

functioning

I remember but I do not know

how

do I call a doctor or an engineer or god herself

to fix what you left behind

[yaoyuandaydream]

you exist like a bruise under my skin something tender i can't help but skim my shaky fingertips across, pressing softly like a kiss just to feel a hint of pain i've managed to convince myself tastes sweet the way red wine does when i'm dressed pretty and sitting just out of reach from you

[forestgirlpoems]

my heart for you

burns not in the embers of passion

I don't wish for your heart like a possession

for our two souls needn't be one to ring true

my heart for you simply

beats a melancholy prayer;

that we walk on adjacent paths

and at the end of this

you will be waiting

[lena-oleanderson]

also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.

[forestgirlpoems]

first thought is a passer-by

second nostalgia

third perhaps rain during an old anniversary

fourth a grace quietly allowed to the mentally ill

fifht? sixth seventh eighth

ninth a transgression

tenth not a thought but desire

a crime committed inside the mind is nothing

in court of law but in love?

a death sentence

only the thing dying won't be me

[forestgirlpoems]

I love you echoes

from the wall and

your turned back

the only thing

missing is

too

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— 6:59 AM by Shane Koyczan

[forestgirlpoems]

regret smells like a

dusty wool jacket

drenched in cigarette smoke

regret sounds like laughter

at the back of a classroom

a joke you can't understand

regret looks like an instagram story

few seconds of video

a wool jacket on someone else's

shoulders

[forestgirlpoems]

I say you were bothered. Traumatized. Too deep in your problems to think straight. I say it was bad timing. Bad luck. I say I was too clingy, too lonely, too excited, too nervous. Too much. If we had time to calm down, sit down, see each other, we would have been fine. We would have been. I say it was the circumstances, the people around us, the time, the place.

It was not simply that you did not

love me.

[forestgirlpoems]

Butterflies Between Us

You lean in and kiss me

that kiss fluttered like with deep blue wings.

Feeling the wingstrokes on my cheek I lean in and kiss you

embracing the wind coming for me, coming for us. I lean in but you won't let me.

Rejection and Salvation are sometimes the same.

You lean in but I stop you. You are not ready for me, for my heart

sometimes butterflies are not strong enough

to start hurricanes

[forestgirlpoems]

no matter how much winter loves the little flower

it's embrace will always smother all colours in the end

and no matter how much the flower loves the ethereal winter

it will always die come first snow

I understand now

so I let you go

[forestgirlpoems]

after one girl and two boys

all those years past

I wonder if you will be the last

my poems are about

I can't imagine a future

where it's anyone but you

but life comes at us fast, baby

and forever is taboo

to me out there reading this years from now

I hope you remember, I hope you know

my heart is here, where are you?

[forestgirlpoems]

Reading of a Will

I asked the rain clouds if they could kiss you on my stead

each droplet on your cheek a match

for each wish my lips had

to meet your skin

I asked the sun if she could kiss you on my stead

caress your face with warmth

so that no matter how far you strayed

my memory would linger in the light