It's so fucking twisted, you know. This whole "love" thing. Like really? You fall in love and you literally fall. You crash to the ground and I swear to god all your bones break. You're fucking shattered but you don't notice because you've got this beautiful boy whispering in your ear and kissing your neck and nothing else matters. But then he leaves and suddenly you feel it. You feel everything. And you're hysterically crying in your car at 4 in the morning in some empty parking lot because it's the only place that doesn't taste like him and you're trying to hold your bones together but his old t-shirts don't work as a cast, wrapping them around your chest won't fix the craters in your ribs. Nothing stops the aching.
viernes, 10 de marzo de 2017
jueves, 9 de marzo de 2017
SILENCE
When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a long crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or when a picture falls off the wall it makes a noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it's completely silent. You would think as it's so important it would make the loudest noise in the whole world, or even have some sort of ceremonious sound, such as the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell. But it's silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain.
domingo, 12 de febrero de 2017
NOT TODAY
Let me broken today
so I can recollect myself
and be whole again
tomorrow.
so I can recollect myself
and be whole again
tomorrow.
Etiquetas:
A trip without end,
Anjus Choudhary,
English,
English Poetry,
Finding Lost Souls,
Not today,
Poetry,
Teenager's diary
viernes, 23 de diciembre de 2016
CHANGES
Some changes happen
but locked down deep inside of us.
The ones that only
we bear witness to...
There are scars within scars
that we don't know about;
these are the scars
that never really heal.
but locked down deep inside of us.
The ones that only
we bear witness to...
There are scars within scars
that we don't know about;
these are the scars
that never really heal.
domingo, 18 de diciembre de 2016
FREE
Maybe in some other universe
or in a different Galaxy...
Maybe in some other time,
some other life;
we can finally be...
Free to love,
free to exist as 'us' again.
Free to be you,
free to be me...
or in a different Galaxy...
Maybe in some other time,
some other life;
we can finally be...
Free to love,
free to exist as 'us' again.
Free to be you,
free to be me...
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