poetry in progress
I am falling from your memory Like I used to fall into your Calming presence, soothing smiles And gentle, gentle hands
By Poppy about a year ago in Poets
I almost wished I was dead when you Buried me in apathy and Then haunted me for an age But your absence is like My medicinal
By Poppy 2 years ago in Poets
You left me as a rotting corpse and Then turned your back as I transformed Into a skeleton who Writes you letters, only
the love evaporated, vanished you placed the blame on my shoulders I carried it like Atlas simultaneously begging you for that
This is my patchwork heart That I have earned with Every tear and stitch Every bruise and bandage ❀ This is my trophy Moulded from starlight
I have never held A love as gentle as this In the palm of my hand ❀ Never before gotten to Trace its outline with a pencil
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By Poppy 2 years ago in Writers
You’re a knife made for drawing blood. And you’re the kind of metal that gets forged into armour. But you have a softness like rain-soaked soil when it is only me running my hands through your words.
a/n: This is pretty different from my usual stuff and I'm not very confident in it so please tell me if you like it or if I should delete it :)
I dream of you. When summer creeps through my window, slipping between the curtains, and has me tossing and turning, sweat coating me like blood… I dream of you.
By Poppy 2 years ago in Fiction
How many different ways can I describe this blood on the floor? How many different pictures can I paint of you with your back turned? How many solutions can I hold in my palms and how many times can I watch them slip through my fingers?
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