healing is lonely no one talks about it enough i could be sitting in a room filled w my friends and family and still feel misplaced
By Yael Spodek7 months ago in Poets
my little brother feels closest to me because i “understand how he feels” that we’re alike in that way god i hope that isn’t true
a pre-me baby needs the warmth of another to stay alive for just another moment that’s how i feel, on the daily to need that oxytocin rush only able to be filled by another
By Yael Spodek8 months ago in Poets
Standing in front of my mirror Shaking like a chihuahua in the cold Scared of the blank face staring back at me. Driving down a dimly lit road
By Yael Spodek9 months ago in Poets
what good can i do, wallowing in thoughts like a forgetful fish drowning water what good can i do, i can’t get out of bed
I long for you on my restless nights Wondering what color are your eyes Is your hair fine or coarse Does your smile
The salty fresh air breezes through my hair A cold drink sits perfectly in my hand, as beads of water drip down the side
I call out your name I hear no reply I beg for your comfort, to hold my hand, show me the ropes I desire your love,
By Yael Spodekabout a year ago in Poets
i wanted it to be you i needed to let you go i wanted you to choose me i needed to choose myself i wanted it to last forever
By Yael Spodek2 years ago in Poets
The light that glows only half past twelve keeps me going My breath dwindles in blinking weakness, this glimmer is my savior
Survivor: A person who continues to function in spite of opposition, hardship, or setbacks. Function - not prosper. Survivors, though we don’t claim the label
my one consistency in life was change. an abrupt euphoria but, like an electric shock surged through my body. overwhelming sadness that