I’m scared I’ve forgotten the world outside these four walls.
i know my favourite poem is the name of my beloved, etched on to my heart like the coronaries after all were tangled this way, i know my favourite poem is the way my beloved looks at me,the lashes curled like the waves of the sea , when the sun is dawning, i know my favourite poem is the folds of my beloved’s smile , i have said this before and i will say it again, your smile tastes like a revolution i have won, a poem about tenderness is how you slide your arm under the pillow, to savour the cold side, a poem about your eyes is how they smile, when you are happy, like i will not have to look at your smile if i look at your eyes , because i know the way they smile, ,because if i look at my beloved’s smile, the world slows down , in admiration, and so does my heart, and i would want this repeated over and over to me self , to be completely mesmerised at my favourite poem, i can write many lines about my beloved,as many as the number of stars in the sky, and my beloved is the sky, that I can never write enough about, like the stars can never fill the entire sky.
The pain i feel today, will it bloom into the purpose of tomorrow?
Even after all these broken bones,
I still loved your world.
Even after killing me everyday,
It didn’t love me back.
“Oh hey honey, I didn’t expect you home this-
Oh god! What happened, are you hurt?
You’re-you’re covered in blood
Honey, what’s going on?
W-why a-are you holding a knife?”
Dialogue Prompt #nth
– @kaaafioverthinking // days and phases
𝙝𝙪𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 🌈
“There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about you."
"Oh is that so?” He replied with a smirk.
“Yes, indeed. I love to think of different ways I could kill you and take over your entire kingdom.” His grip on me tightened.
“There will be no need for that once I make you my queen.”
His breath fanned against my cheek before he pulled me close.
“That is… If you can survive.”
No matter how high I can reach, I must remember whose shoulders I am standing on.
Dialogue Prompt #nth
The smell of you
Lingers in my bedsheets
Like black clouds
After a storm.
I roll around
Hoping you’d be there by my side
But I was alone
In this bed
That suddenly feels so big.
Earlier you kisses me
Until I was lost for breath
I’m all curled up
Wondering why the nights feel so long
Without you by my side.
seems as if the good always ends
while the bad seems to tend to you when the good is ending
so you hold your pen tightly and hope to erase all of the hurt,
how could that be when you was my rose
when you left, you left a few thorns and can’t help my wandering and hopeful heart but to brush my trembling fingers over the thorns and hope to get just a bit of the rose filled love back into my soul.
There are still nights I find some happiness in the hope of holding you again one day.
I don’t know what to do
I feel so stuck and lonely
I feel like no one understands me
I hate feeling like this
You make my worst side appear
How could you betray me?
I guess you never truly loved me
Like I love you
Here I am alone
While you’re out there having fun with you’re friends
At the end of the day I’m always alone
Even when I’m with you I feel so lonly
I don’t know what to do anymore
I wanted to reach the stars, because it made me wonder what I’ll do afterwards.
lost motivation // ma.c.a
To be abandoned
At the edge of the earth
Be left adrift
To be crowned in blue branches
To be forgotten in red dirt
Without looking at what left us
Unbearable pain that breaks with silence
Destructive and captivating
Asking that we forget what happened
Asking that we forget who we were
And that we turn into water
And plants and fire and air and sun and moon
And everything nature takes care of from afar
Everything that once dreamed
And that grows with scars on its crust
With blind hope before the winters
Never long enough to make fade them away
Never short enough for them to remember who they were
“But-but, I love you…
I love you.
I love you!
Y-you can’t leave me!