He lives in fleeting moments A warm embrace Aboard his vessel Sailing when the dawn breaks, maybe In the grocery store
By Semara4 days ago in Poets
Another almost this time we both knew it was doomed from the start me in California; you, two states apart still my foolish heart fluttered.
By Semara7 months ago in Poets
even knowing you‘d never in a billion years get a second chance with me it aches bitterly; the grief of watching you throw away the first
By Semara8 months ago in Poets
does the rock cry out when the river carves it out achingly slow? does the hay bale protest when the whistling arrow pierces it?
By Semara9 months ago in Poets
when i have to put you to pen it’s over. i just don't know it yet but this time, i see it so clearly: how my gaze darts to my phone,
my heart works in overdrive trying to hold on to you trying to let you go the result is restless nights waking up in cold sweat
By Semaraabout a year ago in Poets
Sunday is the last time I smiled at you with hearts in my eyes I won‘t let our eyes meet long enough for you to notice their absence
CW: theme of self harm and description of both intentional and unintentional self injury I can’t believe what I see in my bedroom vanity
By Semara2 years ago in Poets
You always loomed so large, stories above me the perfect me You lacked details So i let you borrow a rib formed my brown skin
What is this cruel mockery of love That you call love Which compelled you to place me as the Sun of your sky Only to backtrack and dismiss me as just another star
Is it me? Something about my face/aura/voice/frame/skin color/hair because this time it is virtual, but my fight or flight has me scanning the room for potential threats anyways
In the dark On moonlight dappled bedsheets You lay your head on my chest and listen to my heart Hoping to hear it whisper
