#writrblrcafe

[kirkshiresloss]

Sometimes I feel like this has all been a sick dream.

That you and I only exist on astral planes

Where love is plentiful;

Yet miscommunication runs rampant.

Seems to be a loop in time

and neither one of us can break

without losing the other

Tell me,

Am I what you stand to lose?

Is there another thumb

that fits perfectly in the palm of your hand?

How many nights have you went to sleep without whistling?

Is there any love for me left,

In your arms or in your bed?

Because I fear my soul has lost its splendor

To even the devil himself.

I have nothing left to offer in exchange for your love,

But my own confusion.

-kirkshiresloss-

(Kerouac's loss)

[mirrorworld12]

Most of the days I want to eat poetry and spit out so much love that it fills the lungs of every being that comes across me . I want to carry a book that can contain everything I have loved in a lifetime . I want to sit on the graves of all the writers that wrote all these big metaphors and then casually named it a poem about "love "and tell them " how much of us is lost in trying to numb all the love we feel " or " the girl that loves the universe can survive just fine " and make sure they know that they were not alone who felt it deep in their bones . Also the moon still listens the same . I want to tell them my name and countless others who just want to love .

But very few days I just want to breathe out all the love that keeps burning because there is no right place to put it. So I just slowly let it burn. I think most of us want to spit out love but instead we spit out ash and name ourselves as different devils. I wonder if all of them did the same and wrote poetry about it.

[kirkshiresloss]

Comes over me so swiftly

I haven't time to think.

I know I swore It off

but I really need a drink.

These decisions that I'm making

they ain't making any sense

but my hands start to shaking

when i speak of you in past tense

theres no one here to talk to

when im sitting all alone

I'd rather smash this bottle

and pick up a phone

but we need no melodrama

no audience to critique

when we both were born of trauma

Lovers sharing a karmic link

As im drowning in these feelings

I can feel you in my bones

Hell may not heal me

but even Hades needs a home.

-kirkshiresloss-

//Persephone//

@fadedawaywiththebreeze

[kirkshiresloss]

This liminality (between you and I) has my soul feeling sold out to a tattered dream. I still feel you more than ever lately, yet conversation has no common place in your mind. The raw truth is setting in that you no longer love me.. Then I sit and think about how it came to this.

What brought us here?

It was me.

Me and my worries.

Me and my insecurities.

Me and my contingencies.

Me and my inability to reciprocate affection.

It was me.

me.

me.

And I wonder if it's too late to ask you how you're feeling? How was your day? How did you sleep?

Are you erasing all of our memories?

-kirkshiresloss-

//missed-you-again//

@fadedawaywiththebreeze