poetry every day. day 11
i wish that i could dream about you forever
maybe it could become a reality
never say never
you’re the main thing that i’m missing
the way we get so close to kissing
all those unfinished conversations
how we’d get into complications
you’re the main thing i’ve been missing
those eyes that guided mine
taking your clothes off in my mind
you were my hyper coloured crush
i hate how you never rushed
i saw that as a sign
that you don’t want to be mine
so my honesty will only stay in a dream
because there you can never leave
you’re the main thing i’ve been missing
and i’ve been thinking
have you been missing me?
poetry every day. DAY 10
my god has a hidden sunset in her smile
and when she sees you try hard and struggle
she makes it worth while
and my god is a bisexual
with one crooked eye
she dresses so casual
with big hips and white lies
she sleeps in the mountains
she cries to the moon
she’s sick of men doubting
they thinks she’s up to no good
my god oh my god
she never sleeps
her wallpaper pulled apart
as she hides in between the walls
i see her in the corner of my eyes when i cannot breathe
my god is pretty
and so much smarter than me
i prayed to her last night
as she appeared in my dream
she told me it’s alright
as she lifted my self eestem
i know that one day
she’ll no longer be real
but until then
my god my god
she helps me heal
// i don’t think i like this one it’s just a bit meh but idk. :))
poetry every day. day 8
a collaboration of all generations
we came together to suffer
i spent my days awake in my bedroom
calling and crying to my mother
we all prayed to god
but we said the wrong name
i prayed that nothing will be the same as early days
we scream loud to the rich deaf choir
as they sleep soundly in the quiet
i sometimes wish i wasn’t so blind
for i am holding back my power in my vulnerable times
this love isn’t defiant
but true love ends in violence
but this is life
this is june
this is fine
this is youth.
poetry a day. day 1
i missed you
i thought i wouldn’t bare the sight of you
all of the misplaced words and petty little wars
to be honest i thought i hated you
and although it’s still a fresh wound
i can put a plaster on it
cause i am not afraid to admit
i missed you
i missed you a little bit
let’s not start from the beginning
let’s start right now
i ignore your grinning
how are you doing
are you doing okay
let’s go through the small talk
we can talk about our day
take a walk into the rain
oh how i missed you although never even left my brain
//i’m completely new to tumblr and i’m super god damn bored so BAM poetry
it’s about a boy i argued with really badly about two months ago and i hated his guts and tbh low-key still do. somehow with these feelings of anger and pure hatred - i can’t keep him off my mind. i miss him but i hate him.