It's probably my fault.
Mine.
I assumed that I had that right on you.
On us.
do i wanna add a tag?
NO BITCH
I DON'T
i guess I understand
why they all leave.
i am hard to love
When you put yourself first,
you teach yourself the right kinda love.
~ K
I wish upon you that your shoelaces always feel the same, perfect amount of tightness and that one shoe is never tighter than the other
It's been days
weeks or months?
I don't know..
I have been drowning in blood, breathing in the ashes,
as I am left. alone.
In the silence, in the nightmare.
Why wouldn't it end ?
Why wouldn't it all end?
Can I just sleep ?
forever?
I........am so tired.
please. help me out.
Either you pull me up or you push me down.. Don't leave me like this..
hanging by a thread.
you have been on my mind for so long,
you have been my dream,
my first and last thought of a day,
and that's why
its so hard for me.
to let you go.
as if you never mattered.
vivi: lets escape to the human world !!
taryn: *marries a faerie*
jude:*marries a faerie*
vivi: 🧍♂️
poetry doesn't have to be full of metaphors, or comparisons to flowers, and diamonds, and one of kind things, it could be anything, something as simple as declaration in pure words, is equally beautiful, with no mazes, no puzzles, sure, imagination puts minds at work, but there is something raw and beautiful about simplification, and honesty.
©Pen_Pain_Poetry
Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies