12/23/16
I remember when your touch sent chills Barely anything. One fingertip on my hand. Now, full force, skin-to-skin Our most intimate moment to date. and I felt more over the Christmas card given to me from a client at work.
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12/23/16
I remember when your touch sent chills Barely anything. One fingertip on my hand. Now, full force, skin-to-skin Our most intimate moment to date. and I felt more over the Christmas card given to me from a client at work.
I'm glad you never fell for me Because you change for the ones you love And I loved you as you were
05 April 2016
My love is not the gentleman who forgets his manners after time. My love is not the lady who offers company but never calls. My love is not a friend who hides half himself to save me. My love is not a stranger who says everything to see me. My love is inside me. Alive and alone. My love is free to give and giving's never done.
so it’s told
The communication comes out stutters Gasping for the right sounds to make Don’t know how to stop what hasn’t started
Just take my breath away
It’s not doing me any good anyway
Hush my mouth with lack of words to say Too little too late, etc etc cliche
Dear:
Reel in your feels But it’s braver to care
Care without love Love without “in”
You cower, I fly You freeze, I burn
Stronger the warrior, Ever your friend.
"Don't abandon someone with depression. They need you." Like you needed me? Loving someone with depression is constantly putting out fires Fires they start by lighting matches they forget or don't care to put out Loving someone with depression is getting pushed off a cliff Because they can't stand to see you suffer Eventually the house burns down Eventually you lose the strength to climb again
I never wanted for you to see my madness; but the poetry betrayed me.
— Paul Fanous (via theinjuredsoul)
27JAN16
I am made of magic.
Someone, someday will appreciate that in a way that makes me special to them in a way no one else is special I want to dance in the kitchen before breakfast or, you know, grab my butt while no one’s watching because you know it will be both flattering and frustrating AF
Modern poetry is ridiculous.
Pass By
put it down on paper. Digital if need be. Frustrating, the hypocrisy of its permanence. So fleeting are the feelings Let them go Let them be Let them leave Seriously, just get them all away from me.
1/20/16
There's a powerful sense of imperviousness I've come to appreciate from being actively independent and emotionally solitary. No longer does anyone have permission to touch this soul or mind of mine, therefore none may harm me. I have cut ties with what bound me to the ground and find safety in the skies. My heart will dance among the stars. No heart, no hand, no god, no man, no chains that bind can hold me. I look back at them and laugh. Ihold myself aloft.
new new nothing new
Aches in the bones Aches you can’t tell a soul
Chills so deep you can’t shake
A hurt so long, you’ve forgotten
Wrap your arms around cling to the fabric you’re weaved in Stretch the seams of your skin
Crave... Crave knowing the right words to say Some way to communicate how... How the ache is in your bones ...but you can’t tell a soul
12/2015
Feels in a state of mourning... Much like losing something you never had.
Never could have? Maybe thought you could one day.
Who knows? Maybe I’ve lost track. Or maybe it’s just me that’s lost.