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Nothing to Get Over
I once thought there鈥檇 be nothing to get over That I鈥檇 easily slip into someone else鈥檚 soul In and out. Toe-dipping. A needle threading through fine silk But memory has teeth too Barb-wire clinging in a bloody embrace, Gripping my hair, catching on my dress And swearing that it will tear me apart before it lets me go
It鈥檚 only fair. I too pierce into things before I love them I am a trespasser but I too am invaded Captive of the things I retain Those glimpses I stole from you, they circle hawkishly Intrusive thoughts, blinding as mirador鈥檚 lights I thought there鈥檇 be nothing to get over I thought it鈥檇 be a painless desertion But I cannot change myself As long as I remember, as long as I grieve, This love holds on to me and I cannot change myself
Since I have never quite escaped Any heart I have entered and sojourned in I see my trajectory clear and bright, a string of pearls Moon beads scattered behind me, a comet tail Shards of glass that left me hurt but unblinking. Remorseless If I can鈥檛 change, I can鈥檛 regret either I can鈥檛 wish I鈥檇 never met any of those celestial bodies I can鈥檛 help but welcome the burning collision and be thankful for it Despite the damage I have caused, the loss I have suffered
See, I鈥檓 always too close to one sun or another Always falling. Downwards or upwards Without center nor gravity The erratic course of a fly set ablaze Knocking itself against every lightbulb Yes, there is fire, of course, and a sharp edge to it There is a wound, blooming in me like a dark flower Ink seeping into porous paper, obscuring an unspeakable story After so long, I still have no words for it. All I know is it鈥檚 left all my stars deep scarlet A stained night sky in which I can only read your name For, of all the souls I have cursed, craved, and crumbled By wanting to hold so tight Yours is the one that stuck the most The one that bit back the hardest
Happy holiday @wreckedwonderland! Here is an admittedly not very festive poem I wrote inspired by quotes and fragments as well as recurrent themes from your beautiful writing. I hope you enjoy it ;)聽 I鈥檓 glad @poeticstories鈥榮 gift exchange has allowed me to discover your page.聽
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The Trouble with Sleeping
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I'm sorry, but
I love you.
I know, I know. Cliche.
And it's not time for you to know, but
how am I going to still the way that
these words
percolate like helium
from the pores on my chest?
They leak from my arms,
clawing their way through the ducts
in the skin of my hands,
escaping in my sweat and spit,
adding weight to each exhale.
Maybe you can taste them
when I kiss you,
secret under my tongue
sweetening the consonants
that hiss from behind from my teeth.
Maybe you can feel them tug at you
from my fists, clenched full of your back,
clutching the skin on your thighs,
or from my teeth, gripping your neck,
so innocuously and hungrily.
I grasp at you so fully, so sweetly,
as I wait for the right time to loose them,
saying without saying without saying,
hoping I can steady myself
from spinning out.
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Crying over the wrong guy
Has got to be against the law
Cause it for sure makes no good damn sense
But we do that
We cry over spilled milk
Even though we鈥檙e allergic
Maybe it鈥檚 to make sure
It all still works
That the heart still beats
And the soul still has love to give
To the right boy
To cry about
With happy tears
-RCLM
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Our song,
Like a painful stutter.
Watch us trip
Till we never reach
The finish line,
That we always dreamed.
But I-
I-
Forgive you
For never being brave enough
To just speak,
When all I needed
Was one word
From you, to me.
You broke the window,
But through the jagged cracks,
I still see
You cowering in the corner,
Straining to breathe.
Our song,
Like a painful stutter,
I still sing.
J. K. L
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i can鈥檛 make you love me, but
i can find someone else who will.
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Bread
You never thought you'd find me
on the patient side of midnight
sober as the dusk, offering my last light
to the flowers that grow on your windowsill.
Your petals are upright in this passing time
absorbing me until they can't anymore,
thirst for alcohol ebbing into the dark.
I never thought I'd break like bread,
even in accidental breaking--
in your hands, at your table,
dissolving beneath your easing spit.
Say grace before you begin with me,
and in my halving I might bring you peace
either distilling or
distracting you..
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Unloved
A heart so big
Shattered
Piece, and pieces
Opening my heart
Letting you run with it
How come I didnt realize
You truly werent the one
As I lay here and cry
My mind thinks
"I thought this was right"
Repeating the fact that
You were toxic
I run from the fact that I was stable
Running around this amusement park
Lost
Out of love
Must I ever find the one?
Frustrated
You've broken who I thought I was
I dont want to be chasing
Someone
Who
Makes me feel so
Unloved...
-kek (wheyheyitskae)
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Darkness
Surrounding
The moments of peace
Dreaming of what life could have been
The mighty fear of living
Creates PTSD
The ongoing trauma,
Pain,
Misery.
Daydreaming of what heaven or hell may be.
Sickened with memories
Thinking
Itll be easier
Forever
To sleep
Than to live with this heavy feeling
Shadowing me
Forever-Sleep
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Bitterness aside
You showed me your sweet side
Your danger
Your angst
What should I fear? But my own taste
I'm stuck between staying with the monster you've created
Or letting myself...
Be free, if that can be.
I fear the moment I leave
Will I lose my own sight?
It's a sweet ground
But sticky to walk around
I never know when your going to express
Your anger
For what we've created
As you throw your words
Down my throat
An unborn child
Knows your spite
Maybe everyones right
That to escape the bittersweet love you have for me
Is to believe that maybe
Someday I'll be able to see the light
The Sweet Sticky Ground
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Her ambitions in the clouds,
to the moon and back
But her mind is unstable,
Confused on her path
Life is a world in space
Avoiding black holes, -the color of her eyes,
She takes one step to
Realize
That maybe life is what you make it
Rather than what happens inside
Her lunar system twirls
Darkness erupts
Eyes black
And her words shooting to the moon
As her aspirations
Forever
Confused
Her Eyes are Black, her Mouth is Moon
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Her eyes staring deep into yours
Starving for your love
Awaiting for your eyes to contact hers
Patiently
Impatient
Waiting for you to acknowledge the craving she has for your eyes
To gaze into hers
Her soul is on fire
Raging for your moments
As her love is deeply hungry
For the man she sees
Maybe her eyes
Are hungrier
Than her belly for butterflies.
Eyes Hungrier than Belly
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The moment you became mine <3
Standing in the kitchens
Arms wrapped around my sides
My heart flutters, smiling
Your finally mine
I never knew how much this day would mean
But to me
It felt like this was meant to be
Your perfect smile
Makes mine obsolete
Every single moment feeling like this...
I cannot wait for our future bliss.
- k.e.k (wheyheyitskae)
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Heavy-Hearts
Date night calls,
Voices flowing through our phones,
I feel your heart grow heavy due to our hours apart.
We fall deeper towards the idea of love,
Constantly fearing what that may become.
When we decide to meet...
Could you really be the one?
I stay up thinking about who you may be,
But all I know is my heart is heavy
In love
With the guy you show me to be.
Heavy-Hearts
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i wanted to make you mine
as soon as the stars align
i saw you in the moonlight glow
and realized what i didn鈥檛 know
i鈥檓 not deserving of your heart
that wonderful work of art
so i quietly walked away,
went back to the start
weight of words i didn鈥檛 say
kept tearing me apart
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