Love, G

I probably have written a poem about you, take a look

[iridescent-poetry]

When you dip her in the middle of the dance floor, it’s the colour of her dress. When she whispers in you ear, it’s the colour of her lips. When you make love, it is the trace you want her to leave all over you body. When she places her palm over your heart, it is the colour that comes to the surface as her fingertips trail like a sentence than can never be finished. When you see her in your bedroom with another, it is the colour of your breath. When you smash the vase in the hall, it is the colour that threatens you to abandon all the shattered pieces. When you scream at the top of your lungs, it is the colour that pierces the atmosphere. When she hears you, it is the colour of her pulse. When you look in her eyes for the last time, it is the fading colour of your heart falling into your knees. It is not the colour you see when she leaves. 

[hrishita122000]

And losing love isn’t the worst thing that would ever happen to you. I have realised that once a lover leaves you, your insides break because your heart is getting rid of a long held habit. If not immediately ,but some day you will be fine without their aid and their face. You will come to find someone even better,probably. I’m not saying that leave people just because you can have better ones by your side, but that,that it won’t hurt as much as you think it would, if you let go of toxic people from your life. It’s not the worst to lose love and people. The worst is to wake up everyday and never feel happy to do so. The worst is to sit in front of that computer and internally feel like painting a portrait. The worst is to bank money each and everyday and never have the time to create music. The worst is to have a house and never feel like walking into it. The worst is to look in the mirror and not like what you see. The worst is to talk to people and never trust your words. The worst is to run away from what your heart is saying. The worst is to deny what you feel and what you want. The worst is to drench yourself into practicality and never pursue your dreams. The worst is to imagine your ideal self as something else and in real life,become something else. The worst is to chalk down days and days and wait for a promotion you really never dreamt of. The worst is to slack every fucking day and never enjoy the streets. The worst is to sit and have lavish meals when you really want to try out street food. The worst is to shield yourself from the pouring rain and never have the undeniable pleasure to enjoy it. The worst is to settle down for something that tires you. If you think,the worst that can ever happen to you is the loss of a loved one,whether physical or mental,think again. What if the person you lost was you? Yes,my friend, the worst is to lose your own self amongst the crowd. The worst is to lose love for your own self.

(via hrishita122000)

[iridescent-poetry]

closure of nothing

fear dripped from her fingertips like blood from a tap

her heart yurned for a love he could not condo 

the light from their passion was fading away

suddenly there was nothing.

[iridescent-poetry]

never in rain, it will get wet

never near the skatepark, you’ll get caught

always carry gum and perfume, you can’t smell of it 

hide your stash, only tell one person

do it with a friend, they will look after you

don’t do it too often, you’ll get addicted

stay safe, it could kill you

[iridescent-poetry]

did you hope i wouldn’t notice

you gave me empty words to drink?

well my tounge’s tasted more lies

than you would ever dare to think

you’re not the only one

with truth like poison in their veins

whose ribs are shaped like cages

holding tightly to the pain

i knew the bitter flavour

of a heart that’s given up

before my lying lips

had even touched that wretched cup

and when you pour a glass

of words to cover what you hide

perhaps you don’t leave your secrets

clinging tightly to your side

[iridescent-poetry]

i have lost many times before

lost my keys, my phone and most probably lost my mind before

but a few years ago i lost the most important person in my life

and no im not taking about my grandmother my grandfather 

i lost the first love of my life, unexpectedly 

i lost him in a car accident at the age of 12, me and him had been in a relationship for 2 years, he was my bestfriend and we all lost him very quickly.

they say the people you love hurt you the most but it was never his fault 

[iridescent-poetry]

love 

a simple four letter word

like hope, give or loss

means much more than just a word

love is more than an age, gender, ethnicity or class

it is the bond between two people, a family or friendship

people need to embrace love

because it is there, many just haven’t found it yet

[iridescent-poetry]

cherry blossom

cherry blossom fell from the tree

i remember the day with you sat opposite me 

the way the world felt complete 

that simple sunny day in april

the soft ocean breeze

that day i really thought you loved me

my answers will forever be wrong

i remember the day with you sat opposite me

cherry blossom fell from the tree

[iridescent-poetry]

Marlow Park

where you were born will never change

in name nor place nor creed

only words decay and footprints fade

but it’s still home indeed

someday you’ll make a grand return

to see with outlook new

all that has gone, where the time went,

if they’ve forgotten you

the smells are unfamiliar in

the boxed-up clothes you wore

even mirrors don’t reflect the way

you thought they did before

you’ll find the buildings taller that

the halls are full of ghosts

but everything still here is

what you remember most

first and last birthdays

July would warm them all

fridged days spent breathing in

the apple coloured fall

we slept until winter when

the world was painted grey

draped ourselves in scarlet and

it all melted away

braving rain, we’d pedal

to the river Thames at dust

where the world did not stretch farther then 

the thickets and the rust

here, i play the role of past-girl

jumping back into the scene 

i fit the part so nicely that

you’d think the girl was me

thought i may roam, to different sights

out of small shoes i’ll grow

there’s always a part of me 

that’s filled with the dirt from the park in Marlow

[iridescent-poetry]

You Not wanting me Was The new beginning of me Wanting myself Thank you

[iridescent-poetry]

We fell Into the book of love Stumbling through the pages Filling up the paragraphs Creating new chapters Right until the very last page Where we fell Out of the book Breaking into pieces As we fell apary

[iridescent-poetry]

I’m scared that one day I’m gonna wake up And you will have changed ur mind about me. You will no longer see the soft parts that play with your hair and spoon you after a long day. You will only see the parts that are angry and sad all the time. You will only see the worst in me. Because there is so much of it’s much screaming and childish fits. I am so scared that one day you’ll wake up and leave me. After all the years of me shouting at you that you deserve more you will go searching for it. You will leave and I will crumble beneath the pain of losing someone who is loving, kind and soft. Someone who knows how to treat a woman. I’m scared that one day you will leave me and I will be nothing with out you

[iridescent-poetry]

But oh honey please don’t shed no tears as long as I’m here

The kooks - tick of time

[iridescent-poetry]

Welcome to our society. You will be judged on what you wear, what music you listen to, what you look like, how you act, who you hang around with and on practically every other personal trait and imperfection about you, and you will be made fun of for being who you are, enjoy your stay

[iridescent-poetry]

“U miss kissing me,” he said I replied “maybe x” Because I didn’t know if it was kissing you Or being with you that made me miss you more

[iridescent-poetry]

They hated the feeling Of emptiness and regret They felt like hollow shells Just a blood bag made of skin Cutting to release these feelings Trapped from within

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you are my eyes when I can not see a bright light shining above me someone  who just couldn't be  the person who would set me free