Poetry, Sunflowers And Ducks

Bird ♪ Writing Main ♪ Catholic nerd ♪ On My Poetry Reflex Arc ♪ Constantly Migraned ♪

[obsessedlovebirdd]

inactive main, go to @obsessedlovebird

[obsessedlovebird]

"Remember, You Are Dust...And To Dust Shall You Return."

[icaruspendragon]

girls will be like, “i don’t have catholic guilt. i use the imagery when writing because it’s fun to play around with!” and then write this:

[obsessedlovebirdd]

And perhaps it was nepotism in its finest,

All that gold spun and lewd debauchery,

Lips stained by and crushed to wine.

Spun sugar gluing mouths shut over mouths,

Soft sounds spilled into the draft,

Heard by a heart more empty than its hands,

Brushing extravagance but never swallowing it in its nauseous splendour.

Oh wayward child,

Who so hopefully wanders the bay.

Feet worn soft by the pale sand,

Irked by sharp shelled cuts,

And the itch of saltwater on your arms.

Such is your Joy,

Such is your misery,

Glassy eyes find a horizon, yours for the taking,

Should you only just...

Not come up for the air you so desperately hate.

[obsessedlovebirdd]

I hardened my heart from him, all that brittle, bitter, burnt sugar; trying to save whatever he'd left before it shriveled up in it's own heat. Yet one laugh,one smile, and it melts between my fingers like buttered toffee, like a star you wished on that you now owe responsibility to. To be something to be someone.

Someone he doesn't know

Someone he sees and had loved and explored and unravelled. Someone who fights not to be that same white silk, wrinkled from his clutch. Burning myself at the edges, just anything other than what he loved.

It may be soft but I'll be damned if he can have it again.

[obsessedlovebirdd]

Do you think the world is cruel enough that losing your soulmate is possible?

[obsessedlovebirdd]

I just wanna have a deep conversation with a stranger guys

[obsessedlovebirdd]

And oh the feeling of finally waking up from a dream you would've killed to stay in.

[obsessedlovebirdd]

Sometimes,

When I remember you,

I feel sick.

It's like everything in my body,

Is trying to leave,

To get out.

So there's more space,

More emptiness,

To miss you.

[obsessedlovebirdd]

When it hits me that writing these songs and these poems isn't gonna make him realise what he lost and come back, I wonder why I do it.

He isn't like me, he isn't pathetically sentimental, he didn't fight to stay.

It hits me, and I consider stopping.

But then I know I love it,

And as much as it hurts,

I need to leave these as my goodbye.

[obsessedlovebirdd]

At this point I don't think I'll ever stop loving him, or love anyone more. Just hold on to tidbits of life I can, till another person comes that makes it better, and I'll keep it, like some dirty secret, right to my grave.

Such a tragedy, isn't it?

[obsessedlovebirdd]

Someone asked me if I still missed him today.

I said no, because there was no point in letting people know how desperately my heart wanted to collapse in on itself every morning when I woke up, and the stone cold reality hit. A thousand first day afters, everytime hits just as hard, I feel just as sick.

There was no point in letting people know that the way I loved, the magnitude of it, that was my downfall.

I'm not made for heartbreak, I'm not cut out for this absolute tragedy that it puts me in.

All I have left is memories I'm supposed to ignore, and an aching heart.

Memories I'm supposed to ignore like they didn't happen.

I don't love like this generation.

[vodkatales]

For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.

[labias]

Oh my god

[headspace-hotel]

depression: kill yourself

Me: kill me yourself you coward

[clearskiedanblue-deactivated201]

no november november I’m not going to be participating in november for the entirety of november

[obsessedlovebirdd]

Today feels like a great day for the heartbreak to hit all of a sudden, huh? No? Just me?

[obsessedlovebirdd]

I hate love