I watched the stars
Then i consumed their light
One by one
A darkened sky
Then little by little
Their light consumed me
In return.
My heart is torn
Between two homes
The one i know
And the one I've yet to find
Armed only with paper
And pensive looks
Ink in my veins
Blood in my books
Tears staining a blank page
I do not live to write
Instead I find the opposite
When inspiration strikes
Snowflakes fell like nimble dancers
Landing softly
Upon your freckled nose
As our laughter fogged
In crisp air
We ran
And nearly slipped
Like a foolish man
Might fall in love
During the wintertime
I want to love a person who loves me with my mask on, but dosent shrink away when I take it off. I want to love a person who accepts who I am underneath the layers of lies and falsity that I put up. I want to love a person who thinks my flaws are beautiful. I want someone to love me for me.
I'm curious why you don't use images in your posts?
It is my greatest hope that my writing is vivid enough that the mental picture it conjures would suffice (also I never thought about it)
You are the poem
That I dream to write
But fail to grasp
Each time
Lilac words
And lavender hallucinations
Illuminate a world
That is better off
Without me in it
I heard the whispers of gold
That rode on the breath of dawn
They were quiet
With their tickling breath
As i was sobered by the sun
And in that moment
I finally understood
What it meant to feel
Breathless