hold me
Hold me closer,
wrap your arms
around my
fragile body
one more time,
don’t let go.
Make my tears
invisible
so my smile
can show.
Hold me close,
don’t let go.
You amuse me.
I say I’m a writer,
And this may be true —
But my words have no light,
My dear, without you.Your love breathes verses
Whole into my soul
Sure and swift
as cold wind
in my lungs.And I am alive.
Without you, dear,
I am, I fear —
Just another girl
with a pen,
a scrap of paper,And an untethered dream
That threatens to blow away.
I think
I’ll stick to
my fantasies
of relationships
that are never to be -
the reality
of romance
is so disappointing.
you.me.life.
I will live.
I can try.
I can’t fall.
I can fly.
You taught me
how
to survive.
I can’t die.
Curse
If you really wish harm to me or mine:
May your own jealousy, be what burns you alive.
May your own criticism, be what kills your drive.
May your own hatred, be what withers your dreams.
May your own cruelty, break you at the seams.
May your own bitterness, be your only true friend.
May your own malcontent, eat you in the end.
Here is the curse, that can also bless too.
May your wishes come true, directed back to you.
So it is done.
shut up
Shut up.
Don’t say a word.
It’s you
who has poisoned
my mind.
You made me
believe
I can have
everything.
I don’t even have to try.
I listened.
How stupid of me.
I believed.
I didn’t try.
I lost you.
You lied.
Writing is a way of talking without being interrupted.
—Jules Renard (via pavorst)
are we?
It annoys me
that men
are
allowed the freedom
to cheat
to sleep with every
girl they meet.
That women are looked
down upon
when they
repeat.
We are equal.
Are we?
inhale
My chest swells up
before it falls back down
squeezing the poison
out of my lungs.
My head falls back,
eyes closed
mouth half open
lips dry from
the cold air
I swell up my chest again,
try to inhale,
there is no more air.
the first kiss
That kiss
I tried to give you
turned into
a peck on the cheek
when I,
accidentally,
stepped on your foot.
I smiled,
turned away.
I don’t even remember
if I said goodbye.
I was nervous,
I can’t deny.
But I’m glad
you weren’t
the first
to kiss my
pale lips.
I am glad
it was your brother -
he showed me
how not to kiss,
and you,
you’d probably kiss me
promising never to let me go.
