midnight rambles

elizabeth therese | just another amateur poet

[petrichor-poet]

i am a lover not a fighter

i say as I hold up two bloodied fists.

[petrichor-poet]

it hurt my heart to see you

[petrichor-poet]

sorry if i was mean, but i'm only doing what you've already done to me

[petrichor-poet]

we were too young when everything started but now i fear we may be too old to hold that sweetness so gently again

[petrichor-poet]

and a secret no one knows is that even after all these years, that fondness still lingers and it always will, and the way you look at me proves that you agree

[petrichor-poet]

maybe at certain angles, I'm a little bit ugly. My nose has an awkward slope; a flatness to it. A "greek nose" i like to console myself. Face slightly round it gives me chubby cheeks though people will tell me I've lost weight even if i can't see it. And my eyes? so dark you can't even tell they're brown; i'll never be complimented on the color of them. Sometimes i feel like i've lost weigth. Grabbing at rolls that feel smaller, just for someone else to turn around and tell me I've gained some. But maybe that's fine if most days, i feel like the prettiest thing i've ever seen.

-elizabeth therese, "Mirror Contemplations"

[petrichor-poet]

going through my notes of unposted poems really feels overwhelming when i realize how much of them kinda suck

[petrichor-poet]

because holding on to you, when I never even knew the meaning of love, prevents me from learning it at all

[petrichor-poet]

And so i'll fall in love with you, when I have nothing else to do

[petrichor-poet]

I could hurt you.

I could hurt you with words

And I know it.

That terrifies me sometimes.

— elizabeth 

[petrichor-poet]

and life moves on.

whether we want it to or not.

time waits for none.

— elizabeth 

[petrichor-poet]

I used to picture you

In every love song

Hear the phantom sound

Of your ringtone.

Dream of moments

Stolen in your car;

Despair the time wasted on you.

— elizabeth

[petrichor-poet]

i hope you go back soon. So i don't have to see you haunting my favorite places.

[petrichor-poet]

I’m embarrassed to show vulnerability. All I can think of is how it could be used against me.

[petrichor-poet]

I had a dream about you,

For the first time in months.

It made me sad when i woke up.

I still hope for something that will never exist.

— elizabeth 

[petrichor-poet]

“I hoped it would be you”

A lie that bled from the very depths of my soul

But it wasn’t truly a lie

Until you made it one.

— elizabeth

[petrichor-poet]

As I cling to the kindness

Slowl dying within me,

I couldn’t help but wish

It didn’t end like this.

— elizabeth