I wouldn't know,
It never crosses my mind.
Love, it seized to exist.
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@thelittlethingstlt
I wouldn't know,
It never crosses my mind.
Love, it seized to exist.
In love you might more often find yourself alone.
I couldn't write about her, no matter how hard I tried.
She was all of my words and none found their way out of my mouth.
Simple.
I stare
Only it's black, it's dark
I can't get these weary eyes shut
I can't find the dangling switch to turn off these undeniable thoughts
Of you, two
The fucks you've failed to give above the ones I've used to build these bridges back again to you, two.
So unique yet so similar in your quest to devour me
To confess the absolute torture of myself by choosing to adore you, two.
For I'll equate spaces to freedom and people to slavery
But it's them I dedicate my poems to.
“I like to think that in another life we might have met under different circumstances. Imagine something like this: a crowded café downtown, where the rich smell of freshly brewed coffee hits you the moment you open the door. People are tripping over one another in their haste to become someone worthwhile and their chatter drowns out your favourite part of your current favourite song. You take out your phone and replay it, and that is when you see me. Doesn’t it always go like this? In movies and books and songs? Eyes meet across the room and the whole world stops. It’s different for us, though, because you told me you didn’t believe in love at first sight. So maybe you wouldn’t fall in love right away. Maybe you wouldn’t even notice me. But perhaps you’d start visiting that busy café more frequently. Not in hopes of seeing me again, but because of that unexplainable pull you feel toward that place. Toward me, even if you aren’t aware of it yet. Because if there is one thing I’m certain of, it’s that we’d find a way to meet even in another life, again and again. Never the same way but always with the same outcome. If there’s one thing I want to believe in, it’s that my soul would reach out and find yours through the years, different lives, across universes and mountains and the sea. And that your response would always be the same: come find me, I’m dying to meet you.”
— in another life / n.j.
I can't wait for the rain
To so forcefully hit my skin
As it races to water the earth
The scorched ground that I have
All so mercilessly contributed in devastating
I can't wait for the rain
To so forcefully hit my skin
As if it is a pathway, a stream
Of sense, of growth, of promise
But also that you may taste a bit of heaven each time you drown your lips in mine.
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.
and when I awoke my body only seemed to react to the memory of his kisses, his soft touch on my already goosebumped skin.
i desired that oneness, that belonging to him, how he made love to me and to an extent fucked me over and again selfishly declaring I was not to be had by another
how he adorned me with caresses and marked by skin with his dark lips.
I need to put my clothes back on
I've been nude for a while now
and I'm getting a little cold.
tlt.
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.
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.
Every night I desire to fall apart
To break into uncollectable pieces
My soul aches for freedom
This cages called opinion, image, crowds
They hold me tight and aim to leave me breathless
Every day I lecture the sun
I scold it for shining as bright and demanding that I wake up and move on
My mind whispers I can't do it, it's too hard, my heart mocks this is not the last you'll feel this way, man up.
My body heats up under the heavy blanket raised to the top of my head, this won't kill you it says.
Where am I? The me that swore to never stand naked infront of another.
Yes I'll admit before the world, before these cowards who swear they can rule the world...
I wanted you to F***K me until I couldn't feel my legs, until my knees would shake in disbelief and I would forget I ever belonged to any other.
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.
Confessions of a dreamer