notes app poetry for the soul

[prositry]

you came in, crashing like the first summer wave at midnight. i felt it, i knew it was coming, but i didn't expect it to be so loud. your love was more like autumn leaves falling until they turned into the harsh winter ice that laced my windshield every morning, the least pleasant thing about my day. but, alas, like the spring in your step, things always found a way to bounce back until they didn't anymore and i braced for the crash and i held my breath  and closed my eyes... the clock struck midnight  and it was summer once again.

crash.

[prositry]

it is hard to believe there are still words to be said now that you're gone and now that I'm dreading everything I have to write from now on.

losing a muse 

[poetryandthesea]

“It’s been almost three years

since I heard your genuine laugh for the last time,

and yet, you’re in all of my dreams,

still only loving me part-time.

I’m afraid I’ve forgotten

the details of your face

and without these dreams,

you’d fade over the days.”

- // I have no right to have you in my life

j.d.m.

[prositry]

I can’t tell you how many times I came so close to doing it. With the phone in my hand, pacing the room back and forth. Mind racing. Back and forth. Do you know how many songs there are about 'almost'? I must have listened to every single one of them in the years that have gone by since we were almost.

almosts are a bitch

[prositry]

And on the one day I needed you, really needed you, you aren't there. After days of complete torture and hurt, I expect to see you standing at my door, ready to make it better like you always do. But you weren't. The blame can't entirely be on you, though. I can't say that. I surely had a lot more faith in you than I should have. So I will close the door and walk away, maybe we will meet again another day.

you weren’t there

[prositry]

What is it? There is no more love in this world. No. There is so much love. But the hate Is so hateful That it trumps The beautiful, The free and glorious That roam the planet as they search for happiness. The same happiness that the hateful get from hating, I suppose. If I just hated more, Would I be happy? If I found more enjoyment In all that is wrong, couldn’t I be happier? It seems to never end. I could be so happy.

k.h. (via writtenbykh)

[prositry]

What is it? There is no more love in this world. No. There is so much love. But the hate Is so hateful That it trumps The beautiful, The free and glorious That roam the planet as they search for happiness. The same happiness that the hateful get from hating, I suppose. If I just hated more, Would I be happy? If I found more enjoyment In all that is wrong, couldn’t I be happier? It seems to never end. I could be so happy.

k.h.

[prositry]

For so long I have wanted to get out of here, to be free of the mess that it is. But now I have realized through my uncertainty to venture out that I have found comfort in my confinement. I made a home of like-minded people and it was a perfect world inside of an imperfect one. I made it work for me and I will be sad to leave this imperfect place with it's imperfect people.

kh