#littlefeels

[thelittlethingstlt]

I'd rather have the strength to unmask my soul and not my body #alittleabout #A #alittledose #littlefeels #love #soul #art #tworoomsandaroof #words #poetry #writing #ichooselove #instapoem https://www.instagram.com/myalittleabout/p/BvL8M2wB-in/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1cqhy0rmxs7w9

[thelittlethingstlt]

In love you might more often find yourself alone.

[thelittlethingstlt]

I have been great at running

Letting the wind blow across these parts of me that sometimes belong to the world

In certainty that I'll weigh less when it calms

I have been great, maybe a little amazing, at penning down thoughts

Pinning them on paper for others

With possibilities of similar experiences

Even that which they ask Our Father

Has become a rhythm

Because this specific Father I've seen turn a sunrise to a sunset

But I'm still nowhere close to finding her

As if every turn is a mockery of my journey

And a test of how far I am willing to go

So please tell Peace she needs to find me!

tlt.

[thelittlethingstlt]

I feel pretty even, like I can afford to breathe for another, live for another, exist solely for another.

Such a sweet sour recipe for self destruction.

tlt.

[thelittlethingstlt]

Imagine burning with desire,

Sloooooowly as if the flames belong to the very air you must exhale

As you breathe you ignite relentlessly

A fire with no demise.

You wrap yourself in your own arms and dig your nails deep into your soft skin,

a different pain should help,

should numb this ache.

Scars upon scars.

tlt.

[thelittlethingstlt]

We don't dig up forests and carry them home because it's summer, we don't fold togethers orchards just so we have fruit for days. I can't take you home because my heart feels out of beat when you're away.

[thelittlethingstlt]

In solitude, in nothingness

I watch my thoughts, create and recreate in cycles of destruction

Relentlessly affirming that I am hooked.

That I am an addict of pain mentally, emotionally.

See how easily I torment myself and weep.

[thelittlethingstlt]

I stare at the phone and wait

To be remembered, to be someone's warm thought on a chilly evening

I open past conversations

I look for words that meant something, statements that made me feel like I mattered to a stranger only through coincidence and chance

It all falls apart

So I begin to collect, a few here and some more borrowed there and I feel good but only for a while

For the deeper I search the finds are all similar,

You all left, the minute I unclothed myself.