Don’t look for love.
Be love.
you make me feel small like the stars that are lost in the sky. i wanna lose myself in you. i like when your mouth breathes
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets
if you want a pretty girl in a pretty sundress why are you not at the market and at my door step. if you want somebody
it is an artist’s curse to hate the person that belonged to yesterday because the new sun colors vibrant streaks in monochrome
there is blood on my hands in my hands and dripping from my eyes like cold tears. i do not like to talk about it. i have been cut
people have been eating my words and there is not enough left for me. i’m hungry. i want to tell the page all the things
do not love me. chew me up and spit me out like cud twist my heart and drink my tears. leave me in a million pieces.
i will color the world in red til my veins bleed dry til my body lies limp on the ground. i will spill my soul like waves of a foamy ocean
she plays with fire but she does not get burned. she walks holding the devil’s hand and kisses profanity good night but her soul is pure as the white of the moon
they all hope happy ever after exists and they will find it somewhere but i wish to never hold its porcelain fingers.
i will know that i am healed when you no longer drip from my mind in ink into my fingers. when I want to write about
they call me things like pretty but my reflection has never been mine i live in a body that does not belong to me.
they say but you’re pretty at least you have that. but rose petal lips have never kissed loneliness away. my clear bright eyes
