Don’t look for love.
Be love.
i lost you but i never had you, i needed you, but i never wanted to. i want to say i miss you: it is both a confession
By Sara 4 months ago in Poets
i thought in you i could escape from me, from the loudness in my head and the silence in my heart. i thought i could
what do you call the silence you do not hear anymore, vases you do not need to fill and the empty bed you sleep in
shoved my fingers through the dirt faster to bury the way you made my heart stop and race all at the same time.
you lied like the sun in the blue skies of January. you looked warm but you turned my fingers blue and my teeth chattered
i waited for the day i would learn to hate you instead of pining for your love that never was. i waited for beautiful
i try my very best to forget the way your hands, the size of my face would hold me tight how i would laugh when you would
loving you was a malady that spread from my heart to my insides until you were all of me. they call it love sick
By Sara 5 months ago in Poets
i found a land that knew me when i did not know it but the stones engraved in my heart a ballad as old as time
i am sad because i want to look like a heroin chick from the movies even if i don’t shoot drugs into my veins
loud silence heart still thumping like a rhythm dancing - barefoot on the shards of glass that contained liquid
i think Bukowski marketed his angst cuz he had nothing to do with his anger except drink whiskey and fuck women then write about it.