I carry my soul on the tip of my tongue
For everyone to taste
And my heart is made of glass
For everyone to break
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@mileen
I carry my soul on the tip of my tongue
For everyone to taste
And my heart is made of glass
For everyone to break
Habe ich mich auf der Suche nach mir selbst überhaupt erst verloren
-oder werde ich mich im verloren sein finden?
friendships arise and collide, reunite friendships die and float away friendships hide and ricoshet
mileen k.// 17. september 2020
may the earth wander
leaving traces upon my skin
and rivers carved into my heart
may the sky move my universes
take and waste
give and steal
all its eternity
to contribute to my
entirety
not sure, if i wanna forget
the firmness of your muscles
your face hovering above mine, your lips
a surrender to temptation, your lips
upon my neck and arms and cheeks
-
not sure, if i even wanna untaste
the idea planted in between us
when you pressed me down
but denied me your everything
-
“the day after tomorrow” you whispered
“maybe”
now my head keeps runnung circles around
your “maybe”
so maybe
i’d rather forget
~august 8, 2020
Mature Enough To Call Myself A Woman
My heart has healed and My poetry had no choice But to leave its home The flowers are blooming As the year is ending My poetry lost its misery I no longer dream of leaving Now I know I will Is there the tiniest bit of room for poetry In my fake leather bag?
i love you, but I will not cut through my own flesh, removing all of my most beautiful parts just because you call them tumors
// mileen k., january 2nd 2020
i'm not lying about it, never did and never will;
i loved you, i loved you, i loved you,
and i don't think i ever really stopped
whatever that means
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she came with the face of a carer and left with the look of remorse
mileen k.
Poetry is and will always be the beginning and ending of everything
drawing lines upon my skin, i wonder why my shivers surprise you. didn’t you know there are universes flowing from fingertips to bones, didn’t you know the power of bodies uniting?
mileen k.
I think I might be getting over you and maybe that's the saddest part about it all.
"even this shall pass" even though I really thought it wouldn't
-גם זה יעבור (gam zeh ya'avor)
driving through your hometown
makes me realize that it wasn't just space
that devided us
-there was so much more
In between different expectations
and a changing sense of morals
we lost our connection
You gone muted
Me screaming against a wall
There's nothing to do about it now
No matter how much I want "you" back at times
I know there is no such a thing
the person I loved once is gone
as well is the person that was in love
Maybe it never was adventure I craved for - but to come home
mileen k. // about this love
And now I realize that-first of all- I have to come home to myself
looking at them, I think he's gonna break her heart. but he'll do it so gentle, she won't even notice
time is a loop
don't you think it's beautiful
how we fall
a p a r t
just to pick ourselves up again
-
don't you think there's magic in
the way we
b r e a k
just to heal afterwards
-
there's hope in every drop of blood
that flows
back into our bodies
-
there lies strength in every
peaceful memory
for they will be nothing but scars