unebelleamee

[unebelleamee]

funny how im so tired of everything yet the anxiety creeps in whenever the thought of death surfaces... why am i out of breath?

[unebelleamee]

like a moth

i was drawn by your light

but slowly you’re burning me

at least now i can say, “i burn for you”

- zapper

[unebelleamee]

four corners, all white

tell me something to ease my fright

clock still ticks but i felt a sudden stop

a lifetime of waiting but ended up wondering

the moment was stolen

bagged by the thieves unseen

- trapped

[unebelleamee]

“You used to greet me with warm smile, how did you become so uninviting?” he mouthed but all he got was a cold stare. He felt like her eyes brought a sudden stop to the noise around them. Unbothered, she stretched up her arms and reached another bottle of beer. Silence after silence, anxiously waiting, he then got her response, “We all once possessed a beautiful soul but time has slowly ripped it out of us” and she lit a cigarette on her finger.

[unebelleamee]

like anyone else

i am trying

i feel like a puzzle piece

trying to fit in the wrong puzzle

cutting its edges to fit

but still won’t

[unebelleamee]

"Give your heart and soul to me And life will always be La Vie En Rose"

la vie en rose, Michael Bublé

[unebelleamee]

A world existing with material things, possesed or experienced, is better than a world without it.

[unebelleamee]

accept yourself

as you were designed.

- Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey

[unebelleamee]

lulled to sleep by her thoughts

bottling up what’s supposed to be said

“I understand” she said,

but really she don’t

- need answers

[unebelleamee]

She is a tapestry weaved by threads of sadness and hope.

[unebelleamee]

waves after wave

it reaches my soul,

thinking, questioning,

what life is for.

- clock ticks 10

[unebelleamee]

And he went back to meet the fox.

"Goodbye," he said.

"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”

- The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupéry

[unebelleamee]

in the memories

of the people who loved them,

they’re still alive.

- my angels

[unebelleamee]

Capturing the mind is the best means of conquest.

read somewhere

[unebelleamee]

You are not meant for your nest. Fly.

[unebelleamee]

in this awful world

she grieves,

intoxicated

she writes,

whisky gets her through the night,

it became her lullaby

before she bid goodbye.

- unread poem

[unebelleamee]

pull out

every poem

i’ve

ever written

about

you

&

they’ll all

have the

same

underlying

message

written

a thousand

different

ways:

i was

never ever

supposed to

crave you

the way

i did,

but

i did.

- hunger.

Excerpt From

“to make monsters out of girls”

Amanda Lovelace