Inner Monologue

never ending poetry story

[sproutingfrommychest]

The story is over

I close the book

Trace my hand over the back cover

Letting the feeling linger

Then fade

Fade to the next stage of my life

Out of the light and back to the shadow

Back to the dark club rooms

The drinks and the long nights

The feeling of a strangers body pressed against mine

Recalling my favorite chapters from before

How you used to love me

How I used to touch you

Replay my favorite paragraph

It’s almost enough to be real

But it’s not real

And his lips aren’t yours

and all these words I say to him are lies

Lies that used to be sacred oath to you and I

Scrawled across the pages of our story

Over and over

But the book has ended now

And I’m alone

Alone in a bed that doesn’t smell like you anymore , sheets wrinkled by another.

I miss the book more than ever

[enchantedbook]

Art by Ida Rentoul Outhwaite, (1888-1960)

[sproutingfrommychest]

What do you do when you want to kiss one of your friends ON THE MOUTH

[sproutingfrommychest]

And I will always love you , but you will never love me the way I do

[sproutingfrommychest]

I loved you when it hurt inside to

In the low light, you know l'd do anything for you.

Held in my arms I swore l'd be good to you.

Then sat and watched as you walked away from me.

[soracities]

Naomi Shihab Nye, "No Explosions", The Tiny Journalist: Poems [ID'd]

[sproutingfrommychest]

If I could actually get my head around making music it would eat so hard, that trauma has got to be good for something!

[sproutingfrommychest]

I don’t miss the hatetred I had for him and the contempt he had for me. Our fucked up versions of love and pain and pushing until one of us broke. I’m so safe and happy now but I feel the urge to disturb the peace the way that a wolf can’t help but bite and tear

And tear

And tear

And tear

[sproutingfrommychest]

God I love wearing a cute skirt while getting wasted

[sproutingfrommychest]

I should be allowed to express frustration

[sproutingfrommychest]

Second Net

The safety net

Always safest nicest bet

It’s not the first time I’ve been bored

Some might say I’m a platonic whore

I lay the whole world at your feet

Tell you you can heap

Spoonfuls of my time and care

Up on top of your brimming plate

There’s a limit though

To how much you want to show

And I know that you know

You want to go

To the first net

Before you fell through

[sproutingfrommychest]

Wdym I have to text back in 30 mins otherwise it’s rude whatever happened to waiting for your dear friends letter for 30 days and 30 nights

[cinematapestry]

The Dreamers (2003) dir. Bernardo Bertolucci

[the-evil-clergyman]

Twin Stars by Luis Ricardo Falero (19th Century)

[sproutingfrommychest]

Interchangeable color blindness (unfinished)

Burt’s bees and ll bean that’s probably how you’ll remember me

Before the cold spring turned to warm summer turned to you turning cold

I remember you, oh so black and white next to my spring pink and green.

I was so sure I could turn you into a deep lavender haze

Do you remember the reflection of you in my eyes? Or were you too blind to the colors I could see.

I never saw that deep lavender haze again even when you pulled up and told me to get in.

By then I was too colorless to remember what spring felt like.

And you were too faint a hue still to help me see again.

The colors slipped away that autumn for a second time

[sproutingfrommychest]

You rolled over and placed your hand on my back so sweetly that I felt a thousand pangs of guilt