it hurts
but you also have me
vomiting poetry.
i don’t sleep
but that means i
get to
count the stars.
i will never be good
enough
because i am
competing with
little silver spoons
and your bottles
and that makes me
wanna be better
be more.
you make my knees
hurt
because i always
get down for you
and then on top
because it is never
about me.
you think you know me
but you only know
the smiles i paint
and the pleasure
i give you.
i don’t think
your vision
is that good
cuz if it was
you’d know
you make it hurt
so good.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis4 days ago in Humans
Comments (8)
Fabulous writing!
Amazing work
Sometimes, we give people our all but still it's never good enough. Loved your emotional poem!
Heartbreaking. Powerful poetry 👏❤️✨
Amazingly well written
A vein of acute melancholy runs with the sad demons and the small smiles! I love this piece!
Great piece ❤️😉💯👌📝✨Keep vomiting Poetry❗
My heart is smashing into my chest RB. Brilliant. I love the line breaks and fragments. Perfect . This broke my heart, 'but you only know the smiles i paint In the most beautiful way 🤍