Writings of Autumn @writingsofautumn-blog - Tumblr Blog

Don’t fall in love with me. I’ll kiss you in public until our tongues tangle and the police will have to arrest us for being too vulgar. I’ll make inappropriate jokes and I can be loud enough to get us kicked out of the mall. I won’t wake up early in the morning just to get breakfast with you. I won’t comfort you at 2am during the rain—I am the storm. I won’t really chase after you the way you want me to because I don’t give a single fuck about our conflicts. I don’t want small talk—I want the universe as a topic. Don’t fall in love with me, because I’m drowning in the sea of anxiety and even the sea monsters have learned how to stay away at the scent of my blood. I won’t be like sugar beneath your lips—I’ll be the salt in your open wounds. I’ll be the flowers growing from your ribcage but with thorns— beautiful but it’s gonna be painful with every single move you’d make. I’ll be at your doorstep at night begging you to stay when you grow tired of me, but I’ll see you like a tree house where I can live in for days without wishing for the solid ground, but still I’d leave you hanging from that tree when I get bored of you. You’ll wake up every morning to the scent of flowers and the sea, and I will capture you like a moth to flames until the scorching heat burn your skin. I’m a monster with a devilish grin, so don’t fall in love with me, you don’t know what you’re getting into. (g.t.) artwork by Chiara Bautista

#poem #poetry #soft grunge #writing #creative writing

#poetry #lit #lany #poem

ilysb

#poem #poetry #lany #ily

December

"I always pretend that I locked my keys in my car so you'd have to offer me ride going home. So we could could talk for 20 minutes longer. So I could watch you still while you're driving. Sometimes, you talk about your crush you met at the skateboard park. I really like seeing you blush like a teenage girl but it kinda feels like the weight of all the stars are slowly dropping on my chest every time you do.

I bring you dinner seven nights a week cause you're too lazy to cook for yourself when you come home from your work. I think you like it when I put extra tomatoes on your sandwich because you'd always give me a warm hug every time I do. At the end of the day, I'd bring you home. You have no idea, but I always watch your window hoping it would suddenly light up and I'd see your silhouette behind the curtains, undressing. That was the closest I ever get to you.

It was mid December, the snow was falling heavily from the sky. You didn't mind. You said you love winter and it's your favorite time of the year because you can wear your favorite sweater while drinking coffee and reading your favorite books near the fireplace. I could just watch you like that. I could just watch you just like that. You don't realize that you're made of galaxies. No wonder I could spend the rest of my nights starring at your eyes instead of the sky.

I guess you're better now. I think you're doing fine. You don't paint your bathtub red anymore. Maybe you've forgotten every pain the world has given you. I'd like to think that it's somehow because of me. How I stitched up every broken fragment of your fragile being. How I sing you lullabies to sleep. How I comfort you when we talk about the things you hate, because I think nothing is worth making you feel bad.

But it hurts to hold onto a broken heart of yours because the edges of its shattered pieces cut deep into the palms of my hands and have my crimson run down to my wrist while I'm trying to fix you. Maybe from another point of view, I'm the one who's more broken because I've seen you break into millions of pieces over and over again and it cut right through me because you couldn't see how I'd catch every bit of a snowflake with my goddamn tongue just to make you smile. You couldn't see how much I love every bit of you, how I would pick every pieces of your heart and put it back again to your chest so you can feel whole again. You couldn't see how much I love you because you're too confined with your past.

I know I can't make you love me. But I'm a martyr and maybe it should be like this. Maybe I’m meant to love complicated. I’m meant to love sadness. I'm meant to love distress. I’ve wanted sunshine my whole life, but I fell in love with dancing in the snow."

#poetry #december #winter #lit #broken

She was a map of fragile figures of cracked cement and brittle bones a dusty old book with a page left open with burnt edges and missing notes with bitten lips and bloody fists I kissed the scars on her wrists Her sweater stained with ink, I read: "Something beautiful happened here" g.t

on that Sunday morning, someone sat beside me on that bench—a pretty girl with wild hair and eyes like the sea, with blood on her lips and dirt on her nails, pale as a ghost and as cold as one, too. she's chasing the wolves and howls at the moon. as i unfold my hands towards the misty sky, i whispered; "god, i want her teeth around my neck." g.t

For a second, I wished for a silver lining

Maybe we can forget the taste of the blood on our lips, and the bruises tattooed on our limbs. The way our bones splinter like a fragile cement. Maybe our shattered pieces would fit each other's void like a puzzle, and we can feel whole again. Maybe we can love each other, and ourselves. Until the wounds heal Until the scars fade Until we're unbroken g.t. (photo not mine)

#poetry #poem #lit #autmn

and you dragged me closer to your fiery spirit until its ember burns my chest, until it smolders down my tongue, until the flames sear my soul. until my heart turns into ashtoday i'll be in hell again, but i wouldn't mind burning at all, for my love is fireproof, so nothing can burn it. but you're the one who burned this g.t

#poetry #poem #lit

He's just another lost boy with hallow eyes stitched from wings that are made of wax who loves the Sun so damn much. With blisters tattooed on his sunburnt skin and crippled wings, he reached for it.

He flew closer and closer — until its scorching embrace melted down his fragile wings. And with one kiss, with desperate cries up towards the sky, he fell to the sea and drown.

And he died with the taste of sun on his lips.

"I told you not to come too close",

The sun whispered.

"He's mine now",

The sea replied.

— just another goddamn tragedy

#poetry #lit #poem #icarus #sun #sea #tragedy

i can't breathe the weight of the world is pulling me under im drowning in this sea of maybes, an ocean of what ifs and there's no set of lungs that could save me. g.t

Fear me— I am the destruction of your innocence; The pain in the bones of the love we'd make. I am the ghost of your past, The rotten flowers at your garden you wouldn't even wanna touch. I'll be your worst nightmare that would devour your sanity— I am the agony. The Distress. Affliction. Misery. Don't come too close, my love. I'll burn you like a wildfire, Until you're nothing but ash. —I am Hell

1. She touched my soul. My wrist ablazed when her fingers met my skin. The burns didn't show but it's hard to breathe—It's hard to breathe with ashes in my lungs. I was suffocated.

2. It hurts to watch her. She's brighter than the moon—too beautiful for my eyes. It's hard to look at her, but it's even harder to look away. She was a shooting star of chaos and calm combined. I would have gone blind just to watch her burn.

3. Her voice felt like singing angels to my ears. Her laugh, oh god, I loved her laughed so damn much that I wish I had it recorded every time she does.

4. The sea lives in her eyes. She turned me into a wrecked boat, and every time I look at her, I sink beneath the waves. I slowly drowned with her glance.

5. I swear to god, I love her. Through a hundreds of lifetime, across millions of galaxies and the constellations of stars, through the horizons where the sky and the sea meets, I'd find her. I'd never leave her. I know it for sure, deep down to my deepest core, I love her. From Hell's floor up to Heaven's ceiling. To the moon and back—and just another roundtrip, because once isn't just enough. Until the last air I'd breathe. Until the end of the line.

6. She loves me, too.

Good Girls Bite Back

Beware of broken girls; they've walked through shards of broken glass. They're sharp and pretty— glittery yet dangerous. They'll cut your tongues and watch you bleed until there's no air coming out from your lips. g.t. (photo not mine)

#beware #of #broken #girls #lit #poem #poetry

Last night I was at the skyline during the dawn— My head was covered with the clouds—the hands of smoke was reaching as far as they could until they reached my lungs. Occurring on hours, I could hardly breathe. I found myself breaking the law of gravity as my soul leaves my body. I've seen it all; the dirt, the flickering street lights, the depressed ones, the suicidal, the Marianas trench we never dared to step down. And after the stars began to burn out around me, I slowly fell— sinking to the bottom of the sea as I caress the waves. And then I woke up, back on earth, to my useless body. I guess I'll go home now I guess I'll go home..

(photo not mine)

I wake up every morning with cigarettes on my lips, to fill my lungs with smoke, as I watch the world with heavy eyelids. (g.t.)

New Year’s Eve

I remember the moment when you told me that you're in love with me. I could tell by your eyes, it was true. It was New Year's eve when our hands first interlaced. It was magical. It felt surreal. My palms got kind of sweaty and time seemed to stop then. My heart skipped a beat. Today is supposed to be our anniversary and I hate this time of the year. Occurring on hours I was barely awake, thinking of you as I watch the fireworks explode like a star burning in the night sky. I know, I know, you warned me, that at some point, you'll hurt me inevitably, that we could come to an end. But god, you knew how much I love you, didn't you? And a part of me hoped that I could transform you. That I could be the game-changer and save your cold hearted soul. And maybe, just maybe, I could be the exception. And yes, the day I fear has come. All of a sudden, right in the middle of our normal conversation, you stopped. I know you've done this a lot of times already and I could've chased after you. But wait, I tried, didn't I? At least I did. Yet, something was different in that instant. I felt it. You wanted to stop. And to I did. I hope leaving with no goodbye wasn't as easy for you as you made it seem. I hope at least I made it hard for you. Because darling, there's still so much that I wanted to say to you, too many things I wanted to do with you, and so many emotions I wanted to feel for you. I wonder if you've given that decision much thought or you consider it as something that doesn't even need pondering. I hope it did hurt you. I hope at least it did because so far, truth be told, the pain you inflicted, it hit me. So damn hard. And it still hurts. It's not killing me anymore, it's not keeping me up at night, and it's not making me cry myself to sleep anymore, but still, it cuts right through me. Was I so easy to give up? Was I not worth the risk? I know I swore I won't and I'm sorry because I can't help but ask, why? Why did you leave? Why did you walk away? Why? But I guess that's just the way things go. And just like a firework, you lit my night sky, and left me hanging captivated as you fade away. I kept wanting for more. Searching for more. But years will pass, I won't mean any of this anymore, but as I write this, right now, know that I miss you.

(photo not mine ctto)

#lit

Trending Blogs

Recently Viewed Blogs

Writings of Autumn