I am sorry about the blood you taste in these poems. It was boiling, and I didn’t know where else to put it. On my best days, I am still a little angry. On my worst days, I am not sorry for it. I want you to listen closely to what I don’t want to say. If the sadness grabs you by the collar, don’t kiss her back. When you are no one else’s first choice, be your own. Forgive the broken winged birds for forgetting how to fly, and forgive the splintered boats for learning how to sink. I know I’m in no place to tell you any of this, but my hands needed to hold something, and this pen is all I had. Lately, I’ve been too much wind and not enough rain. All this sits inside of me, and I just knock things down. Nothing ever grows like it used to. Maybe I’m losing my mind, but I’m too busy searching for my pulse to notice. I am telling you this, so you don’t ever think it’s pretty. I need you to stop setting the things you love on fire. I need you to know that there are better ways to find light. I need you to know that there are better ways to find warmth.
And then all if a sudden she changed. She came back a completely different person with a new mindset, a new outlook, a new soul. The girl that once cared way too much about everyone and everything no longer cared at all.
A girl once told to me to be careful when trying to fix a broken person for you may cut yourself on their shattered pieces
12 am and her mind wanders. She tends to think about something that happened 5 years ago, or something that happened 2 hours ago, or something that could happen 10 years from now. Her mind is like a hurricane, it’s a wreck. It’s full of beautiful yet awful thoughts. It’s 1 am and her mind continues to wander.
Cause I’m all yours if you’re all mine.
Can you imagine meeting someone who figures out why you’re so guarded?
Can you imagine finding someone who stays?
No matter what you put them through they always remain on the front porch waiting for you.
The light never goes out, your outline always remains in the bed sheets, the never fill your drawer in the wardrobe.
They become a part of you and you become a part of them.
So much so that if they were to ever go missing it would feel like you went missing too.
Can I curl up in your arms and let the beat of your heart soothe me to sleep? Because that sounds absolutely lovely.
but when you are attracted to someone, it’s because of the details… their kindness… their eyes… their smile… the fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it most.
Because the world needs to know they were wrong about beauty.
Beauty and ugliness surrounds us. We decide what we see.
Be with someone that requires you to grow, makes you forget your problems, holds your hand. likes to kiss, appreciates art, and adores you.
Be that strong girl that everyone knew would make it through the worst, be that fearless girl, the one who would dare to do anything, be that independent girl who didn’t need a man; be that girl who never backed down.
And it hurts because you’re nothing like the person I thought you were.
And if you’re in love, then you are the lucky one.
Because most of us are bitter over someone.