Hey loves! I know I haven’t posted in a long time and I think I needed to have this for myself because “Blood” was extremely hard to write, and extremely difficult to share. ❤ But that’s done now and in the past month I have written so much that I am proud of, and I hope so much that you like it 🙂
To brighten the mood, this is my newest poem.
All I remember from the first time we met
is the summer heat
The tulips in April, shined
as the sun creeped in
I said ‘hello’, having no
idea who you were going to turn out to be
Now you’re on my mind
like the aftertaste of coffee
And I was, falling before the ball dropped
I was breaking down doors that you knocked on
It went from all we were
to all we used to be
‘Cause now it’s just you and me
And in the beat of this heart
I found a poem for you
Baby I’m not going to lie
That was the moment I knew
It stands tall in the midst of your clenched teeth,
your hissing, snickering laughter
Thought I’d come after
your tantrums about how bad I am treating you.
As I wished
to die so you could live.
If stopping you means locking myself in your cage
I am ready.
To tame the hyena, all I need is a lion heart.
Even if it tears me apart,
I will not let you devour my love.
My love, this is not what we’re meant to be.
I will not fall for the games they try to play
I will find a way
for both of us to stay!
Just stay with me.
My love, my very best friend
If this were made to end
It would have fallen apart months ago.
I prayed to God to turn me cold
if this was made to end.
But me, I am as warm as the midsummer day
when I first learnt how you smell
as the safety of my palm, beneath your face
When you fell asleep in class
No, honey, this was made to last!
All the way to kingdom come.
I will build anew,
I will not apologise for loving you.
Hey everyone. Depression is hard these days because circumstances. But I am holding on. I hope you all do too ❤
P.S. you are all welcome to read more of “The Purge Series”, here.
The more I try to run away, the more I spiral down
Treading on eggshells in the very city
where they took away my crown
I’m still unafraid, still terrified
Still clinging on to hope
Sometimes I’m pushed to wonder why
I couldn’t let it go
Why does this spirit never tire
of losing every battle it fights?
The victory comes slow, in small doses
Sometimes only once in a war.
What is the point of carrying your head high,
When there is no body left to hold it?
A dignified corpse;
A walking lost cause-
I am all the things I swore I never was.
And you return cold as ice, from the house they are burning down
The one we had built in a century:
In a single moment of complete and utter truth.
But they broke the windows with boulders made of hopelessness
Catapulting in like grenades;
And they took away our smiles
With the raging burning fire!
So now, we are left standing by.
We wonder how it turned you cold
While I got buried in its ashes.
They are stronger than us, I know
The monsters always are, that’s why we call them monsters.
But you and I, we have more power as one,
Than a thousand lost homes.
Or at least I hope we do.
Because God knows we have tried not to love each other.
But God knows,