liz

thoughts I'm thinking

[abeginneroflife]

Fall in love with someone who falls in love with you every day. 

[lizurbae]

❤️❤️

[lizurbae]

Every day I ask you how yesterday was. I admire your eyes when they are lit up by the recollection of a good yesterday, and wipe your eyes when they well up due to a bad one. I will do it time and time again, day after day. You don’t spare details, and I love to listen, but one day, just for once, I’d like to talk. I wish you cared about me as much as I care about you.

[lizurbae]

reintroduction

You may call me by the names you give me.

The irony is that the passion you claim

Is that you are the food that 

Nourishes me with all that I need.

This “fulfills” you,

So how is it that you don’t know that I am starved,

That it feels insufficient

That I feel insufficient.

Perhaps they are weaker

And younger

And more dependent on you,

But my independence is an adaptation.

I have evolved to accept your absence.

But this does not mean that

I never crave your time, that

I don’t long for you to hold me as adorningly as you do

Them.

And you don’t realise it

But I regretfully have forgotten how to speak your language.

So my eyes fill when I see you speak with them in it,

But with growth the jealousy morphed into gratitude:

That they could have you even if I do not.

I wish I could laugh with you,

I wish I could talk to you.

I have forgotten how to now.

I haven’t the energy to reteach myself.

The irony is that I’ve known you since before humanity.

The sad part is you don’t even know me.

Perhaps one day we will meet again and we will be friends and you will know who I am.

I am waiting.

Hi guys, I haven’t posted on here in ages!!! I’ve been writing poetry since I was very young, and I’m aware that I’m no professional, but this is just the way I like to express myself, and I thought I’d share some with you guys. If you’re reading this, I hope you’re well. You are loved.

[lizurbae]

I'm aware I'm being left behind but I have no energy to do anything about it. you took my energy away. you dont owe me an explanation. nothing makes sense I can never understand exactly how I feel and that's my fault. I have everything, I have friends, family, love, validation, attention and yet I still feel so so so so empty. nothing makes sense.

[lizurbae]

why is my heart so heavy? why is breathing so difficult for no reason?

[lizurbae]

my best friends are overbearing. my family is overbearing. they love me and I love them but I'm tired of everything. I want people around me who I can interact with with no consequences.

[rorrygillmore-deactivated202201]

BODY

My body is a shrine,

Not a place to surrender,

To a man's desires.

It's a holy edifice,

Not a place to suffice,

Your wants and needs.

It's a beautiful gift,

From my mother,

Not something you can use,

And throw away so quickly.

My sacred place,

It's a temple,

Not an inn for a man,

To take rest at

My beauty, which you see,

That which tempts you,

It's not my fault.

My body is mine to love,

Not a source of relief,

For your treacherous hands.

I'm not a doll,

Decorated by a child,

Only to be ripped off of my virtue.

But you don't understand,

The simple meaning.

Of the word 'no',

My clothes aren't small,

Your mentality is.

Your prying eyes,

Make me feel guilty but they shouldn't,

You should be ashamed of your faults,

Not me

-Nandini

[lizurbae]

❤

[lizurbae]

finding satisfaction in solitude is an admirable skill.

[lizurbae]

why am I tired after a good day of being genuinely happy??? does anyone else have a genuinely good day and feel like things are falling apart at the end???

[lizurbae]

why am I tired after a good day of being genuinely happy??? does anyone else have a genuinely good day and feel like things are falling apart at the end???

[lizurbae]

everything can be a metaphor but not everything has to be. simplify life

[rorrygillmore-deactivated202201]

🌈, hmm, flowers

I hope you like this 🥰

[lizurbae]

pretty

[funnytwittertweets]

[lizurbae]

one of the things I love most about literature is that someone could pour their heart out in a piece of writing about one thing, and someone else could interpret it as something completely different so that it relates to them and fits the way they feel too. so many people can feel connected through metaphors that could be perceived in millions of ways. it's so inclusive and yet can be so personal.

[lizurbae]

I like being here

[skyliine]

[lizurbae]

loving someone should never be difficult. EVER.