spilled tears and soaked up words, Theresa E. [big screen ebook reader TXT] 📗
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when i first met you,
I was baffled,
because you weren't what I expected at all
but it was unexpectedly good,
so good
we glowed
and I started to catch fire,
while you burned out.
I've been trying to catch ahold of you for a while now,
but you were so fleeting,
I couldn't put my hands around you.
So I tripped.
Now I'm falling,
falling in the depths of you
and of my pain.
The worst part is
you're not even watching me drown.
moonlight and ceiling fansYou can't sleep.
The moon is staring down at you
and you think you're crazy,
because you're wondering if he's judging you from afar.
And then you wonder,
if it's just the moon who is crazy.
You can't walk straight.
The sun is watching you
and you start to feel a burning sense of guilt.
You curse the sun for shining on all of your mistakes,
but you realize
that she has every right to despise you.
You can't concentrate.
The wind is howling through your body
and leaves words you don't want to remember.
After you've begun to listen
you notice the storm inside yourself
and that it's actually your heart that is crying.
You can't move.
The rain is pouring down on you
and puts thoughts in your head
that you can't fully grasp.
You get angry because you don't know
if it's worse to know
or not to know.
And you hate the rain
for making you question it.
You can't live.
The ceiling fan glances at you
and stirrs feelings up,
which make your fingers numb.
"Why are you lying on the floor?", the ceiling fan asks.
"I tried", I answer "to stick to the ceiling.
But something is always pulling me down"
You can't be.
The bed sheet is looking at you,
while you're touching its wrinkles.
It reminds you of all the things that went wrong.
And you hear it whisper:
"Move on"
So that's what you do.
You let go.
calm
I haven't written poems about you yet
and I'm not sure if that's a good sign
or a bad one.
I really like you,
I do,
but can you make my heart shiver and my body ache?
You make me feel calm.
Maybe I've been looking for the wrong kind of love all along.
my seathe weight in my chest
is pulling me down like a anchor cuffed to my feet.
In the depths of the sea,
my sea,
I'm drowning
at my own hands.
medicineSometimes bitterness is my only comfort.
Hate is better than the pain.
in-betweensfingertrips tracing over bruised up skin.
Does it hurt?
Does it feel good?
There's a thin line between violence and love.
Trying to find yourself
and losing yourself during it.
Is it part of the process?
Or am I hanging on to things that are out of reach?
Like grasping for the dust flying in the air,
glittering like a thousand stars in the sunlight.
Leaving comes as easy
as being left to me
and maybe that's why it always feels like I'm standing in the doorway -
greeting, saying goodbye
and everything in-between.
When your fingertips touch
my healed skin,
it makes me shiver,
reminding me of all the pain
that lies underneath,
and in the in-betweens.
Can I ever be touched?
i miss youyour eyes were the color of a summer sky
with a bit of yellow joy mixed in.
your arms were like the home
I've always longed for.
your laughs made me feel
like the sun is rising in my body.
you kisses tasted like the whole universe
with all its galaxys inside.
I'm trying to move on
but it's hard
because how could I
when my whole world is telling me not to?
home(sick)I want to feel at home in my own arms
I want to cherish every breath I take
because I'm alive
and I live
because of me
I'm wrapped around myself
and I'm so damn homesick
to a friend (but also myself)I hope that you'll fall in love
mostly with yourself
and selflove is a language you'll become fluent in.
I hope that you'll realize putting yourself first
is not a weakness,
but a strength
because saying no
is sometimes so much harder.
I hope that life will give you all those wonderful things you deserve
and that you'll accept them
because you have accepted yourself a long time ago.
All the love you are looking for
is already within you.
a little changeI'm feeling a lot
But it's not bad for a change
I'm not sure if it's good either
Home doesn't seem so far away anymore
I'm making new memories,
nice ones
And only sometimes
I wish you were in them, too
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