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I suppose I realised
I didn’t actually love you when 
I was sitting on rock bottom 
and glancing up at you. 
You returned my smile and 
I realised you knew nothing 
about me and what I was 
going through.
And worst of all,
I didn’t want to worry 
your pretty little heart.

old yearnings 
We always make ourselves an object for other people to perceive and consume, rather than be a subject purely for ourselves. Although it’s inevitable to socially interact without some level of self-objectification, it’s amazing how easy it is to lose ourselves to others. And what a shame that is. 
the realisation that life means absolutely nothing gives you this utter and infinite freedom that very few get to even comtemplate

My most honest poem

I’ve always hated morning texts.
I’m not one to stay the night
just so I can avoid the company
the next day.
Everything good that happens in the P.M. 
dies early in the A.M.
I won’t love you in the morning,
no matter how hard I try
to convince us both otherwise.

I won’t love you tomorrow 
morning or the morning after that.
But if you kiss me good night
and let me go
I promise to love you
now. 


it took me 1 minute to realize
you weren’t chasing after me.
it took me 2 hours to realize
you weren’t going to text me back.
it took me 3 days to realize
you were on holidays elsewhere.
4 years it took me to realize
it’s a heart you lack 

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