My final act of love
Will be leaving you alone
So you never have to deal
With me asking too many questions.
I'm sorry I ruin everything.
I was never really worth it anyways.
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My final act of love
Will be leaving you alone
So you never have to deal
With me asking too many questions.
I'm sorry I ruin everything.
I was never really worth it anyways.
Another sunrise
Another day
Where I'll never be
Enough.
I think I've finally hit the bottom.
Ive fallen through the floor, the ceiling
I've blown out the windows.
Why couldn't you just leave me where I lay?
Just once I'd like to be enough.
I'd like to be the reason to stay.
The "no thanks, I'm good"
I'd like my heart to mean something
Somewhere, at some point in time.
Not just a cliff note in someone's story
Or a tattered bookmark, forgotten
Waiting to be discarded.
Why is it so hard?
I don't understand.
Are people made to be this way?
No loyalty, no shame.
What am I made for?
A prop. A stepping stone.
A place holder. A fool.
As the sun crests over these lonely hills
Your hands find me
A subtle reminder I'm not alone
Your kiss breaks dawn
Your touch fades the moon
As the night settles back to sleep
I lay close pondering
If loneliness will find me again
See love is a fickle thing
Time has taken its toll.
For I am like the moon, cratered
Destined to be forever changing
Laying in wait for the sun
Trapped by day, loose in the night
I'm not even worth staying awake for.
Yet here I am amongst the stars
Hoping the rays of love
Continue to shine down on me.
I am but a figment of the darkness
A shrine to lover's lost.
The howl to the night sky,
Sounds of waves crashing in the deep
As the sun crests over these lonely hills
Your hands find me.
ah i’d sit beside it forever... quietly loving it, gently watering it, and making sure it never felt alone 🥺
I loved a flower so much,
That instead of plucking it
I left it alone,
To bask in the sunlight
Weather out the summer storms,
It grew and thrived
Such a beautiful sight to see
I often ponder
If that beautiful flower
Could be like me.
And if I'm meant to be alone, please take away my desire to be loved.
k.b. // unknown
For I can no longer take the ache
Of a constantly broken heart.
What a beautiful thing it must be to be seen.
I often contemplate how it must feel to be seen through the static.
Through the constant buzz and dings, glowing screens and replays.
How does it feel to be marveled like a sunset bursting in colors.
Or perhaps to be gazed upon like a full moon bursting with admiration and light.
To be silently understood like a picturesque view of the mountains on a sunny day. The quiet of the lake, the feel of grass beneath your feet, with the occasional visit of wildlife amongst the wildflowers.
What it must be like to be seen, in detail.
To just be and be admired for it.
What a beautiful feeling it must be.
Some of us thrive in the darkness, because we are the light.
I feel it in the spaces between the words
The pause before the calculation,
The elevated tones and depth of your voice
I can feel the deceit, heavy in the air
Like the demons in my brain slithering
Out of my ears to slide their grimy fingers
Around my throat, like a noose.
I just want to be enough for once.
To be the choice, and not a consolation.
I want to know what love feels like.
To be seen outright and still "it"
To find comfort in honesty, laid foundation
To build a home of peace and care
A deep breathe after a long day, safe.
I just want to be unforgivably genuine.
To be someone's someone.
What a dream, someone's someone
Blackbird
Thorns entwine the rotted golden gates, sealing away her every crave, need and thought. Concise and calculated layers of stone stacked along the perimeters, fortifying any visions of entry into extinction. Abandoned vines delicately lace the faces of stones, a gentle tease that slithers up and over the wall into the sweet delirium of her heart. Through the cracks of the slotted gates you can peek and witness pieces of deep scarlet rose bushes, sprouting wildly and untamed. They lay glistening in the moonlight. Pilfering all attempts of love that may sneak pass the lonesome wall. A neverending darkness sweeps her fortress, a praise and worship to the moon’s earthly shine. A shrine to all of night itself and its blooming beauty to which the sun murders in envy, my every morning. So here I sleep, serenading her stars, the leftover kisses from the universe. I selfishly pretend I have the undivided attention of things that creep here. Mumbling words of intimacy and lush covet, I imagine I feed her roses red with flattery. I pray to the moon, that she, my most wanted being, shoots silent smiles towards me. Through the soft wind, whisps of words flutter through, as she sings “No one seems to love or understand me, And all the hard luck stories they keep handing me, Where somebody shines the light, I’ll be coming on home tonight, Bye, bye Blackbird.” My blackbird, here I lie, A prisoner of a prisoner. A captive of a nightmare turned dream. I, too have discovered why the cage bird sings.
Sitting in the storms feels like home.
I can empathize with the thunder.
Booms of rage echo through the valleys
Sprawling green and lush, still.
I can share in the magnification of lightening
Unapologetic strikes flash boldly
There's a beauty to the silence
Before the sky cracks wide open.
I fall in tune with the raindrops
Singing the earth's and wind's praise
Drips of heaven, hushing the plains
Gathering in puddles, mother's holy water.
I sit in the storm in search of peace
Clarity from the Earth, come back to me.
Bare my roots, to the wet dirt, bury me.
So that I may began again, and bloom
You'll never be good
You'll never be good
YOULL NEVER BE GOOD ENOUGH
echos in my head
I want so badly to reach out
Grasp your hand
To believe in the love
You provide for me
To fall into your embrace
And know, KNOW that
I am finally safe.
When I reach, I'm just short,
When I fall, I miss,
And I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.
I'll never be good enough.
Maybe in another universe
I'm snuggled with love
And handled with care
Maybe someone chooses me first
And I'm not left wondering
Why knowing me more,
Always leads to loving me less.
I'll be left broken hearted
To be always the bigger person.
That's my burden in this timeline.
Give, love, heal, hurt, carry on.
Gasping pleas of a broken heart
I DONT CARE ANYMORE
She screamed in fits of rage,
Plunged her bloodied fingers
In between the ribs of "Adam's" emptied cage
Ripped out the useless muscle
And tossed it to the Earth.
It's gone, she cried, peace at last,
She softened at her baby's sigh
The pain dulled, faded.
Baby's snuggled in, dreaming far away
Another heartless mother born
She cradled her child with care
One foot in front of the other
A modern warrior made.