#poems on tumblr
I never thought he’d like me back
- been a while since I felt something
I guess it’s true… they won’t notice until you’re gone …
I’m actually such an inconvenience..
I’m actually falling apart in front of people and no one notices
It sucks when the only way out of a problem is death
I’ll always repeat this: I’m so proud of you
- me to me
I wonder if yours “I’m utterly in love with you” face is the same as mine…
Please stay when the others couldn’t
I’m selfish. I’ll hurt you before you get the chance to hurt me …
You’ve stuck around for so long.. I just know when it ends, it will hurt
I can hear the wind howl in my ear, the crackling of the fire, the sound of my breathing, and my heart beating.
I stand still, the rain falling on my face, my blood running cold.
A speck of my past lightens my heart, a memory of a smile.
I remember his laugh and the way his body moved; The taste of his lips, the feeling of his skin.
In my head, he’s in the rain, a ghost, a memory of his hands in my hair.
He was so warm and heavy.
I lift my face, frozen, burning, and numb.
Staring into the sky and the clouds overhead, I cry.
You don’t know me anymore,
but I’m still here
in the corner of your mind,
a lamp you turn off and on
whenever you please.
You left me in silence, with thin, thin skin
and cracked lips that tasted like iron
and salt.
The sound of my car
escaping your street like a long-ago train,
still rings in my ears.
You say you regret what you’ve done to me,
but I’ve been broken in places you’ve never seen.
If I was already cracked, already estranged-
What is left of me?
The sun rises
at the same time,
but the shadows are all new.
I remember your fingers,
frozen in time, from the last moment I saw you.
I can still feel them on my skin,
cold, so cold, and that’s all they are now.
They’re not the same,
and you can’t warm me up from the inside out
again.
The night falls,
and the world is nothing but a room.
Light strays into the darkness
and gets lost.
I know what it’s like to go missing, too.
I could love you from the bone-deep
familiarity of childhood, from the startled
adventure of adolescence, I could love you
with all the joy and grief of womanhood.
Without turning away, without losing my place.
I could love you.
I’ve been loved
by men who’ve shown me how a heart can break
and still be lucky.
I’m lucky to have had the time
to be silent with you,
to feel your heart beating with mine.
Lucky to have you disappear,
to learn how I will go on,
and find myself still intact.
Lucky to have answered your silence,
your absence,
with my own.
I’m the echo of a canyon
that’s been emptied of its rock, its rivers
without water. I’m nothing to the plants
that need me to live.
Some people arrive, like guests,
and stay longer than welcome.
Without a hint of grievance,
they leave, taking with them a part of you.
They leave behind their scent
in the places they’ve inhabited.
You realize you can’t live without them,
and their absence makes you want to die.
