Words make it easy to fool
but darling don’t fall for his miss arrangement of letters
for the lovely words he uses
do not make up his name
they’re just a bunch of letters rearranged as a pretty lie
love yourself enough to let him go
Words make it easy to fool
but darling don’t fall for his miss arrangement of letters
for the lovely words he uses
do not make up his name
they’re just a bunch of letters rearranged as a pretty lie
love yourself enough to let him go
I spent so much time putting you back together
just for someone to come along and rip each stitch I sewed
apart
In parts of you I had never known existed
I planted flowers where holes once were
he dug them up
the holes bigger than before
New pain has found its home
old pain resurfaced,
so I did what I know best
I grabbed my sewing kit
reached inside my chest
and began stitching you back up
In hopes that this will be the very last time I have to do so
The feeling
of longing for something
wanting to go home,
but when home is a person
and you’ve been locked out
you spend the rest of your life
homesick
for the other half of your soul
searching the world for a similar feeling
only to end up back on their doorstep
Is it fate
or merely a coincidence
that we are here again
and it feels as though
nothing has changed,
even though we both have
in the best way
Is this in his plan
or will you go away again?
And if so
for how long
and why do you never take me with you?
When will we realize
that our hearts are halves
drifting through space
in search of each other?
I dreamt of a love so wild
and pure
Each night before slumber,
slipping into a world of my own
Inviting sleep to take over my lonely body
pulling me into someone with a blank, nameless face
Countless nights spent dreaming the same dream
Except,
when the opportunity was placed in my hands
I struggled to keep hold of such a thing
letting it slip away
Completely unaware how difficult it is to hold two hearts on one leash
when they’re both going in different directions
at different paces
with the same intention
Hey guys…I’m really sorry that I haven’t been posting any of my writing lately. I need a bit of advice, hopefully a few of you can help.
I have been feeling very stuck lately with my writing. I feel like everything I write is terrible and the words do not flow well together. I also hate everything I’ve come up with and can’t seem to be pleased with anything I have written in the past few months. I’m sure this is a normal thing but I don’t know how to get out of it.
It is even more frustrating because I love everything I wrote when I was in a very dark place, and ever since I have been out of that place and so much happier I can’t seem to write anything decent(to my liking anyway).
I have a lot of thoughts going on in my mind, I think maybe I should start posting those instead of only poetry; which was part of my original idea when I created this blog. I wanted to be able to express the thoughts in my head but I always wanted them to be perfect and flow together and I realize that that is very unlikely considering my mind has felt like a puzzle missing a handful of pieces. I have decided to title these entries Journal # __. It’s very simple and if you decide they are not something you want to read you can easily scroll past. I also feel as though this is my journal because I have shared so many pieces of my writing from my journal on here for your eyes to see.
If anyone has any advice or peace of mind for me I would love to hear it. Thank you:)
I missed this old pen
and tattered paper
I’ve miss the beautiful words I once so easily put together
Things this ever lasting smile has cost me
So I wished upon plenty stars for a reason to write
for when I was not very sleepy at night
My wish was his command and so that’s what he did
Giving me a reason to create feelings from letters formed into words into sentences
By taking away the only thing that was in its place
Happiness
She spent her life falling in love with things she could never have
That’s why when he came along
fear took its toll
for all she had to do was snap her fingers
and he would be hers
That terrified her more than dreaming and hoping of a fairytale for eternity
So she kept him at arm’s length
Once she realized how wrong she had been
she started chasing
but he had been long gone
now she only had herself to blame
I fell in love with myself
and so I learned to fall in love
with people who loved me too