Cuantas ganas de verte, poco a poco me comen el alma😞.
Remember to Forget
Last night I packed my things
I was on my way to a place
With the things I long to do
Then you came unexpectedly
I double stepped-
Can’t believe what I am seeing
But there you really are
Longing for you, I hugged you tight.
My heart fluttered, my eyes dampened
I could feel your heart beating against mine
And slowly I woke up into the darkness
How I wish memories of us be swept away.
His voice is like a blanket to my ears.
stand side by side while miles apart
Always alone, they’re forever together
Filled with her love she cries in emptiness
Farther they drift, back together
Stretch your bones
Over the remains
Of our love,
Slipping it into
~black and blanc
feed me lies, i’m starving
closure, closure, we grew apart
we thought too much, it broke my heart.
2 months without end, my brain was in bits.
my feelings were a warzone, the biggest blitz.
a girl came along, my heart drowned in guilt.
my thoughts about her made me feel like filth.
for wanting her and not caring for you,
scared of my actions and your heart too.
headstrong I was not, I cared too much to let you go.
I cared for our future, I wanted to see you grow.
we had parted once, I came back to you bawling.
I was confused about us never brawling.
you let me go, adventure in my eyes,
I’m ready for love again, ready for surprise.
excited in awe, giving it my all,
but keeping it slow, not yet going to fall.
for if we cannot love freely,
is it really love?
is love nothing but all chocolates and a dove?
beat comes tumbling in the door
your muscles tense, your eyes close
your legs pirouette, through the room you explore
graceful through and through, like a white rose
you do not halt, nor do you flaw
you glide then you flicker
no one is here, not one is in awe
this stimulates your movements to go quicker
the adrenaline rush, pumping through your veins
the beat is your saviour, it broke you from chains
she was as strong as a storm all her movements were beautiful,
she was top of the league, no one was suitable.
~ a poem by me
Crys of cats
Scared of heights.
Two feet standing
Down on one
My head is pounding
But I’m not done.
I hope in the morning
I don’t feel dead.
Two souls close
Yet so apart
Like the four chambers of a heart
Beating day in and out
To keep two separate bodies alive
That was meant to be one.
The warm blood oxygenated
by the touch of their soft skin,
caressing and holding the other part
of them they need to live without,
keeps them living the half lives they’re destined to live.
Biting into the promises made
To feed off the love they have
Before needing to let go
And move on searching for their better half
In other empty bodies across the earth.
Maybe if I go to sleep you’ll message me
Sleepless night G.A
Watching you walk
Down the hallway at school
A slight smile
took over your face
Books in your arms
Along with a pencil box on top
You stand in front
Of your locker
Struggling to open the door
What your arms behold
Fall to the floor
Books and Pencils
You bend over to pick them up
As you exhaled
Harshly with frustration
I figured that
Something was wrong
I knelt down to help you
Pick them up
We look at each other
Slowly standing up
You reached to
Grab your belongings
From my hands
Your soft fingertips
Glide across my hand
Fluttering in the stomach
You look at me one last time
Before you give me a shy grin
Your smile shines
Like Polaris in the night sky
It was at that moment
I knew that I found
My way home
“Flower, the only adornment you need is air and sunlight.”
‘He Said,’ - Megan’s Poetry #532
She is the heart that beats among the ghosts.
She is the star that lights abysmal skies.
She is the light of hope; the lantern’s post.
I saw the world collapse into her eyes.
With grace unmatched, she meets the moon’s lone light.
I am that which can only watch her there –
as, beaming face, she greets the black-winged night.
I am adrift – I watch her dance in air.
She is the face that I have seen in dreams,
as creeping shadows lurk amongst my mind.
She is the peace that only once I knew,
she is the solace I am urged to find.
And I have known her as the world was born.
She is the paradise to which I’ve sworn.
but you are not kind,
dear flower girl.
you are hard, spiky rubble.
you are nails and chains
and bleeding bare feet.
red paints you
in all her shades,
because you let her
and have continued
even when she stopped.