Inside My Mind

welcome to my stream of consciousness. the proof that i am alive.

[postlapsarianpoet]

depersonalisation

a foreigner in my own body inhabited by madness drowning in their pain living with their cries

— Lael Lopez

[postlapsarianpoet]

the burning book

I'm trying to close this chapter but the pages scorch my fingers I'm trying to let go before his story destroys me too

— Lael Lopez

[paper-wounds]

[postlapsarianpoet]

hollow shell

She wrote poems for boys who only wanted her body built temples from glances, prayed in empty pews. Each heartbreak taking more of her soul

[postlapsarianpoet]

orphic lust

he is poison in my mind he is acid in my veins he is madness this is sin

i let him in

[postlapsarianpoet]

this pain is art

if you look closely it's not hard to see the pain stained painting i have evolved to be with each passing day a new colour is added to this haunting impression

— Lael Lopez

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— fatima aamer bilal; coffin heart? bury me.

[postlapsarianpoet]

the eldest child

Cup after cup filled while neglecting my own heart after heart mended while breaking my own when does it end? when do i become the priority?

— Lael Lopez

[postlapsarianpoet]

his obedient hostage

I see madness in his eyes I feel darkness under his skin He showed me who he was and I still let him in

— Lael Lopez

[postlapsarianpoet]

a lie of omission

not yet lovers still, there is passion not yet liars but there are words they would not say

— Lael Lopez

[writing-prompt-s]

“Don’t worry, I’ve got a guy.”

You’re the guy everyone’s got.

[postlapsarianpoet]

morpheus

he's silver tongued but easily read the dream he sells play in my head but why do his promises sound like threats?

— Lael Lopez

[wedarkacademia]

“Meet me where the sky touches the sea. Wait for me where the world begins.”

― Jennifer Donnelly

[postlapsarianpoet]

blessed be the mystery of love

silent little thing with her head in the clouds pretty little thing with his soul in the sea cursed little love bound to eternal misery

⎯ Lael Lopez

[thepoeticbook]

— Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

[origami-houses]

I checked my phone

impatiently,

then obsessively,

until I hated you

for the hold you had on me.

- G.L. Angelone

[shisasan]

𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟹, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹