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icannotrevealmyself · 10 months
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they asked me about love,
so i told them about you.
then they asked me about loss,
and again—i talked about you.
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icannotrevealmyself · 10 months
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i’ve been having the longest, sleepless nights.
i’ve been mindlessly lying in my bed, for hours on end,
trying to piece together whatever is still left of me.
and i don’t know if it’s just my exhaustion but i swear my walls have been taunting me.
they whisper your name, your promises, your lies; they’re like you in disguise.
how can someone as alive as you are, be haunting me so much every hour?
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icannotrevealmyself · 10 months
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i’d be lying if i said i’ve already stopped missing you.
because the truth is,
that i can’t get you out of my head.
and most nights, i still lie in bed,
wondering why we ever had to end.
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icannotrevealmyself · 10 months
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i stared at the mirror last night,
and then i finally realized
why you never want to see me again.
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icannotrevealmyself · 10 months
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you’re so caught up in all your pain,
you don’t even realize how much i’m bleeding.
red used to remind me of roses, but now it’s just about dying.
still, i love it nonetheless.
kind of like how i love you, regardless.
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icannotrevealmyself · 10 months
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i’m well aware i’m just another chapter in your life,
are you aware you’re the whole damn book in mine?
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icannotrevealmyself · 10 months
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you were good at healing me,
i guess that’s why i never thought you’d be even better at hurting me.
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icannotrevealmyself · 10 months
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i’d rather die from the blade of your knife,
than live on without ever getting to hold those bloody hands again.
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icannotrevealmyself · 10 months
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looking around the garden we’ve built,
my heart aches at the sight of so much weed.
when did our place grow so dark?
how did we end up here from such a beautiful start?
rain hasn’t come in several months,
and my tears can only save so much.
please let me know if you’re still around,
so that i know if it’s still worth preserving our sacred ground.
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icannotrevealmyself · 10 months
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am i impossible to hold without hurting?
am i covered in some kind of thorn that breaks your skin apart?
is it too much to ask for your love without the rotten parts?
i remember all the pride in me leave as you walked away from me that night.
i remember all my dignity come off my skin the second i held yours back.
i begged, with every atom in my body, for every single one in yours to stay with me.
and i wasn't begging in love. i was begging in desperation.
hold me, even against your burning will.
hold me, despite your love fading still.
hold me, against all odds.
and you don't have to mean it, ‘cause i'm way past my days asking for your love.
just hold me, and watch as your pretentious touch brings me back to life.
hold me, and for the last time—see how your lies take me back alive.
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icannotrevealmyself · 10 months
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ever since i started writing about you,
i’ve lost the ability to turn other people into poetry.
they are all just merely words now, sometimes sentences, other times pretty phrases;
but no one compares to you.
to what you have made me make of you.
you’ve consumed me. and you’ve done it beautifully.
my world must have somehow mistaken you for the sun,
because you are what i orbit around now.
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icannotrevealmyself · 10 months
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bruises all over my skin,
and i can’t remember where i’ve been.
my head is ringing,
and you’re nowhere to be seen.
there’s blood all on my sheets,
i can never stay clean.
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icannotrevealmyself · 10 months
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i’m sorry for my overthinking, my overanalyzing, and my overdosing.
i’m just so used to embracing and basking in the glory of my overwhelmingly melancholic state of mind.
for without my sadness, i wouldn’t know what to write.
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icannotrevealmyself · 10 months
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i used to search for your face
in the midst of crowds.
now god forbid i’ll get out of the house
when i know you’re around.
and i used to think that
we’ll grow old together.
savor every summer sun,
and dance in all the winter snow
of this lifetime.
you were my lifeline.
but you let me swim in my own blood,
chanting “faster”.
and you let me believe that you were only making me stronger.
but we both know you never planned on putting me out of my misery,
it was always just about feeding your monstrosity.
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icannotrevealmyself · 10 months
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i’m living in a body that would kill to rest, with a mind that’s wide awake.
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icannotrevealmyself · 10 months
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our story was never meant to be a romantic one.
you never could have painted it with sky blues or yellow hues.
it was always bound to be tragic. dark.
never like a walk in the park.
our story was always going to be a tale of calamities.
a novel ending in what ifs.
with characters in need of an evacuation,
stuck in the middle of a city desperate for immediate rescue action.
because we, were a natural disaster.
but god–we were my natural disaster.
and i know damn well i would have swam through any flood,
if that meant saving you.
i would have walked through tornadoes,
if that meant walking home to you.
because as tragic as everything about us was,
a tragedy with you, was always going to be better than a fairytale with anyone else.
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icannotrevealmyself · 10 months
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how do i explain that i am desperately, and obsessively in love with you?
that you are the subject of all my wishes?
and that you have managed to take over where my heart is?
my whole being is an object of your premise.
i am yours today,
and if you ever lose all your worldly possessions—
i will be the one that remains.
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