If you were hurt
By the words that i said
You never stood a chance
To the ones in my head
Im on top of the world
But i am all alone.
So i wonder
If a life with you
Would have been worth
Losing it all?
Poems are
Words that can
Never find a place,
But can always find a home
In your heart
In the waves is the truth behind love. It doesn't burn like a fire, or dance like the wind. Love is the rippling, crashing, rising, falling, swaying, never-ceasing tide which crashes against the shores of my heart. Slowly chipping away at the rock-solid armor which protects the person who has been hurt one too many times.
You make me strong. Not because you are my other half, but in fact because you were not. You broke my heart- you broke me- so I had no choice but to grow stronger. I had to make sure that nobody would ever hurt me again the way you did. You were my weakness, and now without you I am the best version of myself.
So yes, you make me strong. But it is only through your weakness that I had ever achieved it.
Without ambition one starts nothing. Without work one finishes nothing. The prize will not be sent to you. You have to win it.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
I'm a melancholic alcoholic
With a tendency for feeling nauseous
Too much love, too much drink
Provides a space for me to think
But my thoughts flee my mind
As quick as they had come
And I am left alone
With my heart feeling numb
I lost my phone
I lost my keys
I ponder if it would be easier
To hide where nobody
Could find me
Too?
My arm has fallen
Asleep again
Like my mind at 3am.
And I hope by shaking it
Out today
I may save it from needles
And pins
Lilac words
And lavender hallucinations
Illuminate a world
That is better off
Without me in it
Dont you think I've hurt enough?
My chest is pieces
My heart is numb
Razor sharp words
Shred my skin
Daggers of emotions
Carve my soul
You did this!
Yet you scream at me
For being broken
And mangled
As if it were my fault
For loving
In the first place