poetry blog

22/ this is my poetry blog. main blog: @blurry-constellations

[poetryvrose]

How are you feeling right now?

i’ve seen better days but i’m trying. hope you’re well!!

[poetryvrose]

you think

you’re in love with me

you tell me i’m pretty

with your drunken breath

and slurred words

you kiss me in work breaks

and text me i love yous once every two days.

but the truth is

you’ve only ever jumped

to the parts of me you liked

you highlighted them in neon

to make them stand out.

you didn’t bother knowing

what broke me

and how i healed

what part of me i want to hide

or what being able to breathe again felt like

you don’t want me

you just want the idea of me

[poetryvrose]

i’ve been lazy, so lazy. i wanna start writing again but my muse. my muse. my girlfriend and i broke up. i never tried to write poetry about her, it flowed through my fingers without me trying. now that she’s not here anymore, i seem to not have much to say. i wrote about the breakup too, but i’m over it for good now. we’ve both moved on. i find it hard to have something/someone who lights up my soul. that’s how the poetry comes out, that’s how i feel alive.

as for now, i miss writing. so i’m going to put everything that comes to me out there. one piece a day atleast, for now. i hope someone out there is in it with me through this journey. i’m coming out to you, whoever you are. i’m here

[poetryvrose]

i want you to live without me

and fill up to the brim

scream out loud

and be enough.

i want you to know your potential lies beyond skies

you’re infinity wrapped up into a human

and i’m holding you down

pinning you to me.

you deserve galaxies

and i can only give you a star

so i must set you free because

you’re a bird born to fly

and you must go very far

[poetryvrose]

trying to be saints

with a sinners past

a destructive pattern of coping

a cog in the wheel

that’s us, whole.

with no beginning

and an unreal ending

a mere existence

of how

why

when

and what

thats us;

the newer generation

[poetryvrose]

i write about you with a bitterness in my heart

for taking my all and not returning it

my soul, you picked and buried somewhere deep

my peace, you set fire to like the letters you promised to keep

my love, you betrayed

my insides, you shattered.

i’m just a walking skelton now and i want to love again

but tell me;

how do i give my heart to someone else

when it’s already with you

[poetryvrose]

everytime i kissed his lips

your thoughts engulfed me like a storm

leaving me in a whirlpool.

everytime i tried to share my soul with his

your name was brought up

like i reminder, knocking on the door;

that i mustn’t forget you.

you came up like a repressed memory;

a set of dark brown eyes, full lips, a mole on the cheek, an upturned nose. and your voice.

god. your voice

[hipster]

I grew out of “I never text first” phase, since I realized nothing was wrong with showing someone, you care about them more than your pride

[blurry-constellations]

i wish i hadn’t waited to be sent the good morning text on some mornings. i wish i had said i love yous all the times i wanted to but didn’t, thinking it’d loose meaning. and i wish i had held your hand when i could. i wish i had given my 100% on days when i gave my 30%. i wish i hadn’t gone to bed without saying good night on days when i was mad at you. i wish i had met you when i was so close, without delaying it to another time. i wish i had not taken even a single moment for granted. i wish i had known that this was gonna be short lived so i could devour every bit of love that was given to me and love you with more. i wish i could have you make up with me. i wish i could keep your forever within the distance of my arm. i wish i could run away with you right this instant. i wish for a world with you in it.

[blurry-constellations]

“your absence lingers with me like a hole punched into my chest. you’re my first thought when i’m laughing with friends, wishing you were there to share that laughter with me. you’re my first thought when i cry, wishing you were there to wipe my tears away. on days when you can’t breathe because anxiety gets the best of you, i wish for nothing else but to be there to hold you close. i look down at my hands and think what it would be like to have your fingers entwined in mine. at 2am’s i think about my head in the nape of your neck. at 2pms i think about your head rested on my shoulder. i walk roads and think how long i would have to walk to get to you. i see couples and all i want is to kiss you on the lips. i know someday your eyes will meet mine and we will be filled with this warmth of love but until then, your absence has become my closest companion. it’s with me all the time.”

// i want you so bad

[poetryvrose]

boys will not be boys

boys will be gentle and kind, boys will cry and know it’s okay, boys will treat women with respect, and boys will stop believing the wrong ideas of masculinity,

only when we will start teaching them all this

[poetryvrose]

“wild isn’t a noun or an adjective. it is a state of mind. it is a feeling of letting yourself out. it is a concept of running free. it is the outcome of euphoria combined with adrenaline. wild is unobstructed and unbound by the reins of the world. wild is a way of life.”

// wild

[blurry-constellations]

“your absence lingers with me like a hole punched into my chest. you’re my first thought when i’m laughing with friends, wishing you were there to share that laughter with me. you’re my first thought when i cry, wishing you were there to wipe my tears away. on days when you can’t breathe because anxiety gets the best of you, i wish for nothing else but to be there to hold you close. i look down at my hands and think what it would be like to have your fingers entwined in mine. at 2am’s i think about my head in the nape of your neck. at 2pms i think about your head rested on my shoulder. i walk roads and think how long i would have to walk to get to you. i see couples and all i want is to kiss you on the lips. i know someday your eyes will meet mine and we will be filled with this warmth of love but until then, your absence has become my closest companion. it’s with me all the time.”

// i want you so bad

[shereadmorethansheloved]

I want to do the dirtiest things to you. I want to feel your hand slip into mine as we watch a movie on your couch. Feel the heat of your eyes on me, wonder how much longer until you’re going to kiss me. Until you’re going to reach for the hem of my skirt or the clasp of my bra. I want to move things into the bedroom so we can lay, your chest pressed against my back. Your face in my hair. Your arm draped around me, cupping the curve of my waist. I want you to kiss me on my lips, soft at first, hesitant. I want a few more of those kisses, where we’re both in our heads more than the moment, wondering what the other person is thinking and if they want more. Then I want those light, fluttery kisses to turn into deep, passionate ones. I want the hands you’ve been keeping at your side to rest on my back, beneath my shirt. I want our legs to intertwine, our tongues to twist. I want my fingers in your hair, over your stubble, across your chest. I want your lips to get distracted, relocate to my neck. My shoulders. My collarbone. I want you to make your way down my torso or up my thighs and then peel off my clothing slowly, like you need to breathe my image in. But I don’t want to slip beneath your sheets. I want to lie on top of them, both of our bodies exposed in the dim light. I want you to tell me how gorgeous I am, either with your words or your eyes. I want to hear you say how you’ve been waiting so long to touch me like this. I want your taste in my mouth, your cologne in my lungs, your love in my veins. I want to do the dirtiest things with you. I want to hear moans meant just for me and feel my hair pulled by the same hands that have cupped my face and tickled my sides. I want everything with you.

holly riordan (via shereadmorethansheloved)

[blurry-constellations]

a concept: it’s snowing outside and we’re huddled in front of the fireplace with coffee mugs in our hands and we feel full and in love

[poetryvrose]

i don’t know much about love

but if you asked me who i wanted

i’d say your name always

half asleep or full

when drunk

and when sober

when breaking down

or during our worst fights

i’d say your name always

// it’s you

[poetryvrose]

i had a heart weaker than glass

i would cry too much

or care too much

but when you left

i lost every part of me

i crumbled under the loss of betrayal

it took me years to breathe again

and when i did, my heart became stone

and i no longer felt anything

i wished to cry and feel and hurt

but nothing would get to me

i wish something would get to me