Category: Poetry

Be like the stars in the sky
who make their own light
and shine bright,
even when people can’t see them,
rather than the moon
who is completely dependent on the sun.

She shut the door in their faces
and waited for them to leave
because they had before,
and this time wouldn’t be any different.
When the time had come,
and she was sure all of them had gone,
she wrote the last line that she’ll ever write
and disappeared from the world that night.

Is perfection worth destroying yourself over?

Because I tried to be perfect
and I feel like it just wasn’t worth
my tears,
my effort,
my time,
my self-respect.
Everything I sacrificed
from my friends
to my hobbies;
from my dreams
to my happiness;
just for one word,
it didn’t feel right.

And you’d think that it would get easier
but sacrficing who I was,
in the name of perfection,
just kept me feeling more
weighed down and suffocated
by that unattainable title.

So what does perfection cost?
If it is who I am and the things that I love,
I’d rather live without it.

Your presence always sucked the air out of the room
and your touch began to scorch me.
Any part of you touches me,
even accidentally,
makes my body lock up
and my mind scream.
I didn’t know why
until a surpressed memory
broke free to tell me
why my body responds this way.
It wasn’t
the way you
left a hand print on my face
every time you were angry
or the bruises you inflicted
just because you knew you could.
No,
it was the way
your hands touched me
in places I should NEVER be touched,
with such ill intent,
as you stab me with labels:
Whore.
Slut.
Prostitute.
This is why
I can’t bear
to have you touch me.

And before he knew it,
he was falling in love
with a girl who was full of
spirit, spunk and spice,
and simply overflowing with life
that she practically glowed
from the fire in her heart,
the wildness of her soul,
and the beautiful chaos in her mind.

I’d rather you break my bones
instead of my heart
because bones are easier to fix.
With x-rays you can identify the problem,
with casts you can help it heal
and with painkillers you can numb the pain,
but the only solution for a broken heart
is, unfortunately, time.

She’s always hugging people
because she knows better than anyone
that sometimes people just need to be
physically held together
to stop them from emotionally falling apart.

And even after
you had chased away the moon
and stolen all the stars,
leaving an empty, inky sky,
you will never be able to stop
the sun from meeting me;
for the blackest nights,
robbed of all light,
give way to the break of dawn.
Always.

When you hit me,
words bloomed beneath my skin
instead of bruises.
When your words cut me,
I bled poetry
instead of blood and tears.
When your anger was a storm,
I didn’t fear the rain
I just learned to appreciate the sun more.
When your presence brought darkness,
I learned to make my own light
by feeding my heart of fire.

There used to be a light in her eyes,
and a fire in her heart,
but it no longer shines as bright.

And he’s afraid that it’ll go out,
Forever.