#ineverwriteanymore

[longlivestvcy]

Boy blue

Would you feel belittled if I attempted to confine your being to words alone? To express your magnificence through the lyrics in a song Or measure your presence by how many pages in my notebook are dedicated to you. Because you embody the most ethereal descriptions, adjectives fail Me and I’m not sure what to do. When writing is apart of your soul purpose, it’s hard to grasp words not being enough. Not being strong enough.. not being soft enough They never seem to carry as much weight as your presence nor your absence. So when I pick up a pen this thing happens Where my thoughts feel tangled and heavy and my journal feels empty up to the last page I feel restrained by my passion, while I hang poems in this cage All from the love of you Boy blue.

[whiteellene]

I have a sliver of blood

caked between the lines on the back of my heel.

And I smirked at the thought of the irony

in my Achille's fault, my flaw ideally designed to be kept hidden

is now a deep brown-ish red.

And I reflected back,

beneath the shadows of swaying branches

flickering the sun in seconds above my eyes.

I thought of the silence, the quietness of the snow falling around.

I remember what it used to feel like, lying there. Waiting.

Ants marching in my veins and clotting around my heart.

I have found a lull of waiting, waiting for something to change

waiting to leave,

waiting to begin. 

[ketosisbreath]

Deep Valleys

A familiar depression, a reoccurring landscape

I forgot to recognize such basic topography

The minute I become conscious of...

The second I remember...

I'm exhausted, I'm disoriented

They never taught this in school

It's not sadness when you understand life is cruel

I just always forget