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@thepoetwithafloweredmask
āIf a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.ā - Mik Everett
via @quotemadness
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Poems
Message me your Myers-Briggs type or star sign and Iāll attempt a poem for you ā¤ļø
Sentiments of an INFJ
I saw a post made by a fellow INFJ. It read: āA fear of mine is that I will never truly share a love with someone in a way which is deep and meaningful, to create such a bond with someone that Iāve always longed for. I know that Iāve always seen and appreciated the depths of those I choose to share my life with, but itās hard to imagine someone who will do the same for me. Someone who will be tolerant of my idealism and be curious and willing enough to unfold my layers one by one. Ultimately, would they love me in the same way that I love them?ā My response to this is the following: You are right to have fears about this, but do not be afraid. The hard truth is, you have to realize that no one will ever love you the way you love them. It is our burden. They will never understand the depth and breadth of your love, or the many different layers you can conceive of love. They wonāt understand how strongly you feel emotions, or how much love your heart can hold, but they will also never understand how much pain you can withstand. Part of being able to love so deeply is to understand without judgement and forgiving those who cause you pain. You have to be happy with the simple fact that they will love you in the way they know how to, and that should be enough for you.
Thnks fr th Mmrs
My heart feels a thousand pains I cannot describe, every breath like a building collapsing in my lungs, but the pain does not cease there. When your heart is in pain, your entire body matches it in glorious suffering. As my chest sinks into my body, the tenseness in my throat increases to an unimaginable height; so much that I can barely breathe. My eyes burn as every tear I shed runs down my saturated cheek, down the soft curve of my chin, and relinquishes its grasp as it falls to the ground. The pounding in my head grows as it beats out a drum march against my brain. My stomach feels as if a tiny butcher is living inside of me, carving up the lining of my stomach as if it were the perfect cut of meat. All the while, the very foundation the building that is my body is standing on rumbles like an earthquake underneath me; Still standing, but trying so hard to keep everything together as if the entire world didnāt just collapse around them, so go ahead and tell me emotions donāt cut as deep. Tell me they donāt leave their mark. Losing someone you love is more painful than any physical harm I could ever endure. In losing you, I lost a part of me I will never get back. So thank you for the memories - Now get the hell out of my life.
How to Love: A modern poem
You are the sunshine that starts my day. You are the air I breathe, The warmth on my skin, Your face, my moon. For you are the universeās best creation.
You have been through so much adversity, but have come out on top For that, I am proud of you You could have gone down a dark road And had before me. I know how hard it can be to trust.
Every day that goes by, I only love you more. Every part of my being has been poured into you For you are the love of my life. No one in this world could bring me more happiness than you.
I canāt help but wonder where weāll be in five years. Being with you has felt like forever and like it happened yesterday All at the same time. You make my day brighter. When youāre happy, It makes my day. I can only hope you feel the same about me.
This is where my anxiety kicks in. You are a wonderful person. You make me laugh, Make me happy, Youāre there for me in my lowest moments, And in my greatest achievements.
Despite all of this, I still fear one day you will tire of me and leave. You will realize the mistake you made in choosing me and go. In my mind, I will never be good enough for you. But you make it easier.
Every time I doubt myself, youāre right there to lift me up You always comfort me and tell me everything is going to be fine Even when my anxiety is out of control Because you love me for me. And I donāt think Iāve ever had that before.
So thank you for treating me right. Thank you for never giving up on me For walking me through my anxiety And always being there to assure me everything would be okay. I love you
To the love I lost:
How does it feel to know you can never turn back the hands of time? The mistakes you have made in the past will stay with you for the rest of your life because you and I both know no one will ever be able to love you as I did; not only because of who you are as a person, but also because of what you have done in your life thus far. Even though I can not stand to look at you because I realize the monster you are and have become, I can not seem to get you out of my head. Itās been years since I have even seen you and I still remember your smile, your eyes, and the memories we shared. Let me make this clear, I do not still love you. There is no place for you in my heart, nor will there ever be again. I have never wished death upon another human being, but what you are is not human. There is no way a compassionate human being can do the things you have done and live with themselves afterwards. Therefore, what you are is subhuman. You are the degeneration of the human race, put on this earth to show us what life would be like if we decide to evolve backwards in time. My hatred for you burns stronger than my love for you ever did and that scares me. Before you, I had never truly hated another human being. I guess you were my first something. Even after we broke up, you could not be a civil human being. You took advantage of the emotional state I was in and used me; and for that, I will never be able to forgive you. I do not wish the worst for you. But I do not wish the best for you either. My hope is life will treat you the way you treated other people in your past, and that karma will bite you in the ass.
A Foggy Day
When your memories have become foggy, please do not forget me. I hope my face never gets lost in the storm inside your head. Although times may get rough, and you may see the fog roll in, do not forget me. For I loved you with my whole heart, not just the shattered pieces, but all of it.
No Place Like Home
The moments between waking up and getting up
are why I awake from my nightmarish sanctuary.
Is it healthy to love your nightmares more than your reality?
In my nightmares I actually exert some control over what happens to me,
In my nightmares, I donāt feel pain
In my nightmares, I canāt get hurt.
You see, my bed is the dream I never want to wake up from.
The blankets encompass me within them and I feel safe if only for a moment.
A Cold Heart
The first time another human being touched my body,
it was not gentle.
It was forceful and aggressive.
Wanting every inch of me, but not caring if it were me - or a ghost.
As I politely slid the callous hands off me,
they snaked back around to prod at me again.
Iāve always wondered
why women arenāt more aggressive
the first time they say no.
But then something hit me:
Women are taught to behave like āpolite young ladiesā;
Kind, caring, and considerate; But what about men?
Why are women expected to be aggressive?
No should mean No, whether itās a hug or sex
and society doesnāt seem to understand that.
We are taught from a young age to blame the woman
when she is sexually harassed.
Itās not the victimās fault - itās the offenderās, hence the title, offender.
[Pause]
The second time a Man touched my body,
he was lustful - not loving.
He wanted so much more of me than I was willing to give.
For a time, he continued to persuade me unsuccessfully,
until he decided to take matters into his own hands.
That night his arms forced my body to his before I shut my eyes to sleep,
encapsulating me in a jail cell I could not escape from.
He tenderly wrapped his eel-like fingers around my gentle hips,
as he tried not to wake me from my peaceful slumber.
At 15 years old, I did not know that sleeping next to a man you trust
is as dangerous as a lamb sleeping under a lionās strong, resilient arm.
To this day, even though a few years have passed
and weāve been apart for what seems like eternity,
he still pleads for me to return to him.
In attempts to get my body to be his once again,
he leaves gifts on my doorstep when no one is home.
You know, he told me
I was the first girl to show him what love was?
But if he really knew what it was -
why didnāt he give it back?
Darkness
I am the darkness. The unending pit. When people see me, they fear what I am. People donāt understand that even though my darkness is unending, so is my love. The light cannot exist without me, as the sun cannot exist without the moon or man cannot exist without woman. So even though I may seem callous, unending, unimportant even, I too serve a purpose in the world.
You are the light, touching everyone and everything. You are warm, inviting, happy. You are the reason the moon shines bright in my sky, why food and flowers flourish, the sole reason I exist is because of you. I may be your opposite and equal, but I can swallow you whole - and that terrifies me. We are each otherās destruction, yet cannot thrive without one another. Our bond is forever and will always be. I will love you until the day you decide to be my end.
All My Love,
Your Darkness
Ocean Heart
The only thing keeping me afloat right now is you, and that terrifies me. When did I become so codependent on you that without you, my lungs cannot breathe in the same sweet air? When youāre gone. my chest aches with any thought of you, they say it will go away, but how can it go away when you are the air I breathe? The words I speak, the steps I take, you have become my life. You are my life. They say love ebbs and flows like waves in a storm, but my love for you will never recede. It hasnāt yet, and it never will. Now tell me... will yours do the same, or be caught in the rip current of another ones love? For if it did, my ocean would empty out and Iād be lost at sea, praying youād come and find me, but knowing you never will. When did I become so codependent on you? You say you will never leave, but every time Iāve gotten close to someone who said theyĀ āwouldnāt leaveā, they tore me open and gutted me like a fish, I donāt want to be your next meal, so please... Donāt let my love slip out of your fingertips and land in the ocean for sharks to pounce on. I donāt want to ever be fresh meat for them ever again. You know, I keep asking when did I become so codependent on you, but I never stopped to ask if you were dependent on me too.Ā
Dear Roommates,
When you leave your things all over the floor I could care less, but when I leave my things on the floor, I feel like I need permission to live here.
Dear Roommates,
I swear I have friends, itās just that you donāt get to see them...
And neither do I.
Dear Roommates,Ā
Iām sorry you have to put up with my awkwardness around people. Itās just... not easy for me, you know? Itās like I have this thing called social anxiety looming over my head everywhere I go and canāt interact with people,
Dear Roommates,Ā
Iām sorry if this is anĀ āinconvenienceā for you. Itās an inconvenience for me too.Ā
Dear Roommates,
Iām sorry Iām always in the room all the time because I have no where else to go.
Dear Roommates,
Would you learn my facial expressions so I donāt have to talk to you? Itās not you, but every time I try to speak, my tongue is tied and I get so anxious.
Dear Roommates,
When I ask for advice on making friends,
Do not say it is easy. It may be easy for you, but when youāre drowning every time you try to speak to someone and you feel like thereās a kaleidoscope of butterflies, flying circles around your stomach, itās not āeasyā to make friends.
Dear Roommates,
...
Thereās a lot you do not know about why I am the way I am.
I donāt let people in easily, Iām nervous around new people, I donāt go to parties, I donāt like being around men other than my friends and boyfriend, and hereās why.
When I was 15,
You remember when you were 15, right? A sophomore in high school, and the only thing you were worried about was the increase in homework, right?
I was worried about making my boyfriend happy so he wouldnāt wrap his fingers around my waist again and threaten me with his body. A 15 year old shouldnāt be scared of the man sheās supposed to be loving... supposed to feel safe around.
Itās things like this that made me who I am today.
Dear Roommates,
Thank you for putting up with this mess that is me for a year. I appreciate it.
Because no one else has ever stayed that long.Ā