When We Share The Moon
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Opposites attract,
They told me.
And I'd click my tongue in disapproval.
Yet I found myself drawn to your darkness,
Entranced by the absence of sunlight,
The kind I seemed to be born of.
Your starlight glitters on my skin,
Like cooling waves against my fire,
And I could drink a glass full of you-
And still find myself dehydrated;
Needing more.
I'm not sure if what they say is true,
Nothing in life is absolute
Or certain,
Except I feel most like myself-
I seem to like myself the most,
When I somehow end up beside you.
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was looking back through 3am notes app poetry and found some stuff lmao i’m not sure if i like it but still
so i’m thinking-
of blood red roses
and molten suns
champagne bottles
and broken glass
i’m seeing flashes
i’m hearing drums
books are ashes
and wishes burnt
once a ribbon donned your hair
lacy skirts and artists flair
now it’s ripped up canvas
and raised voices
all you want is one more chance
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I can’t let him read my poetry because how could I go back to being strangers with someone who has seen my soul?
-m.k. // words are windows to the soul
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Songbird, 2023 🕊️
Pieces of hope for today, tomorrow, and the days after that
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From Brenna Twohy's book, Swallowtail. (Button Poetry, 2019).
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[Image description: A cut-up/found poem. Transcript is below.]
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my daughter gets older
she learns about my self removal
she learns about my guilt
Taking my daughter to my laser hair removal appt
so she doesn't feel
so she doesn't get older
so she doesn't care about it when Taking laser self removal
my daughter gets older
she learns about hair
she learns she doesn't care about my guilt
she learns she doesn't care about my self removal
and so my daughter gets older
Taking my daughter to my laser hair removal appt
Taking my daughter to my removal
my daughter gets older
my daughter gets older
my daughter gets older
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it is july and no one loves me, 2022
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What existed first? The depression or the loneliness? What existed first? The love or the laughter? What existed first? The sadness or the apathy? What existed first? The shock or the panic? What existed first? The loss or the ache? What existed first? You or the face you pretend is yours? The smiles you dont mean and the tears you hide, the insults you bury and that fake silly pride.
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I’m worried that everything I ever thought of him is more than he’ll ever be willing to give me.
-m.k. // firestarter pt. 7
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