MyWordsArePrettierThanMe

* sigh * (she/they)

[mywordsareprettierthanme]

a dictating letter

I write this,

To express to thee,

All that is contained in my thoughts,

All the love,

All the agony.

I hope you understand,

That my love for you ,

My love,

Is deeper than the blue of the night skies,

Truer than a man on trial,

And more real than each particle of matter,

That is lucky enough to be touched by you.

I am aware of your ignorance towards poetry,

I am aware of your nonchalance.

However, do glance at these words,

For they are nothing but a mirror.

A reflection of your beauty,

And your pain.

These words,

They summarise your truest self,

Usually vain.

Stare deep,

Possibly,

You might find yourself,

Something more precious than one’s beauty.

Look deep,

Deep into me.

I hope you see the love I hold.

Once you realise;

Mine,

You shall be.

[mywordsareprettierthanme]

You.

Why is it that when I look at you, I get this feeling of uneasiness?

Neither pleasant, not not.

I yearn for your presence,

Day in and day out,

For that’s all I need,

All I want.

My desires limited to you,

No further they move.

I have no clue about what to do.

For I am stunned,

When I look at you.

Like a deer in front of headlights,

Glaring at you.

A godly being in all its glory.

Individuals that think less of you,

Cry bitterly.

For they’re not on that pedestal,

Where you rightfully stand.

You make me feel like I’m dying and being born at the same time.

You’re committing a crime.

@mywordsareprettierthanme

[mywordsareprettierthanme]

Water

The way she caresses me,

holds me tight.

Helps me stay afloat,

Doesn’t let me die.

Both: the Sun and the moon bow down at her presence.

When she rises,

The Sun sets.

Humungous tides created by her agony.

I see myself in her and so do you.

She reflects; nothing’s of her own.

Her tides of anguish are just what you and I feel.

If we’re content,

so is she.

@mywordsareprettierthanme

[mywordsareprettierthanme]

The Moon

She’s just there,

Doing nothing.

My heart’s fluttering.

The way she smiles on some days,

And frowns on the others.

I wish she were mine.

I wish I could hold her in my arms.

She reminds me of everything that makes life worth living.

Illuminating the darkness around her.

Making everything better.

Her presence makes the greatest experiences, greatest-est.

Please don’t go.

2 seconds without you seems like an eternity.

I can’t bear this.

Bless me with your presence,

Don’t go.

-@mywordsareprettierthanme

[mywordsareprettierthanme]

Why does it feel like I don’t belong?

Everyone has someone else,

But I don’t.

Why?

I want to cry.

It’s scary,

I want the nightmare to get over.

I want to belong,

I want to feel true.

To someone,

Somewhere.

And maybe I’ll be happier.

-@mywordsareprettierthanme

[mywordsareprettierthanme]

There’s so much that lies ahead.

Never limit yourself.

[mywordsareprettierthanme]

Is he real?

Is he real?

Or am I just imagining him that way?

Is he real?

Or is his persona just bait?

Is he as beautiful as I think he is?

All the way through.

Is he really the image in my head?

Or is that just a creation that’s dead?

Guess we’ll never know.

For I don’t have the courage to ask,

And talking to people is one hell of a task.

-@mywordsareprettierthanme

[mywordsareprettierthanme]

Not

His eyes not a deep blue,

His body not perfect.

His confidence gets taken over by anxiety.

Fucks up sometimes,

Not the best person.

But not the worst either.

His words like beautiful flowers.

However, they too, over time wither.

His teeth kinda crooked.

Rules not always followed.

Not the kindest;

Not the prettiest;

Not the sweetest to me.

Is anyone perfect in reality?

But I perceive it that way.

Where he’s all pretty.

And nice.

And kind.

And mesmerising.

And I can’t help that he’s perfect to me,

Even if not really.

-@thegeniusidiotsavant

[mywordsareprettierthanme]

The "maybe devil"

How is it possible?

Someone that I've seen for the 1st time makes me feel this way.

More like footballers practicing instead of butterflies.

His smile, worth millions,

Whereas his heart worthless,

I sometimes like to think of "worthless" as a word that means that something is so valuable that you can't put a price on it. It's SO worthy, that it's worthless.

I've never really talked to him, but those glances mean more to me than words.

I really, desperately want to muster up the courage to talk to him,

but I can't.

His eyes divine,

his presence mystical.

I just hope he turns out to be an angel,

and not the devil.

-@thegeniusidiotsavant

[gendernonconformingpriestess]

Once my teacher asked how many people in the class knew someone who was apart of LGBTQIA+. Naturally, everyone raised their hand, and I had to snicker because even if I didn’t know ppl who are queer I knew myself, and I was definitely queer.

[mywordsareprettierthanme]

Why do I have to endure pain to be able to write a good poem?

Why do I have to conceal it, realize that I have to feel it and only then can I write something that might help me heal it?

Why do I have to let the pain engulf me?

Why do I have to row through the pain like a fisherman in a storm?

Why do I have to actually GO THROUGH the hurt, while it has engulfed me and make the pain regurgitate myself?

Why can't I just be someone who writes fictional content?

Whenever I write something, it gives me a sense of joy and purpose, but as I re-read it it, the agony affiliated with those unfortunate memories that I went through, that inspired me to write the poem come back and hit me hard.

honestly, I'm not even aware why I'm writing this, but I believe it's only because I'm going through some pain right now and poetry helps me cope with it. I miss her.

-@thegeniusidiotsavant

[gay-irl]

gay irl

[mywordsareprettierthanme]

They left.

Why do I have to keep pretending?

Why do I have to lie?

One of the people that I thought loved me the most,

lied.

Their love for me died.

They've moved on it seems like,

We were once one,

Now we're not even alike.

Now there's someone else in their life,

Someone who seems to provide,

Something that I maybe wasn't able to offer.

Something that I maybe lacked.

The day I saw them so close to each other,

I was attacked.

My heart was crushed,

In a battle I'd lost.

The grief engulfed me.

Ate me up whole.

And now my soul,

couldn't console,

Itself.

To be the way it once way before.

-@thegeniusidiotsavant

[mywordsareprettierthanme]

She's gone

I miss her,

the way she cried,

the way she smiled.

the way she said "I love you"

and looked me in the eyes.

her sweet aroma,

and all that she held.

her sarcasm, and the way she giggled.

the way she jumped that day,

realizing that I was her 1st kiss.

that look on her face that day,

I realised something was amiss.

said she had to leave me,

didn't know why,

we cried,

and cried.

for that was all we could do.

and as for our hearts,

even if we tried to sew them back,

they wouldn't be as good as new.

- @thegeniusidiotsavant

[karenfreethekids]

[mywordsareprettierthanme]

I have a gf!!! YAYYY!

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I don't think anyone cares, but still! My ugly ass managed to get a fckn gf, like who would've thought. :|

She just called me while I was writing this post, nothing makes me happier!

[omghotmemes]

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