Sunday 29 September 2019

How odd

How odd
To hurt and be hurt
To get up and walk away
How odd it is
To be a human
For you will see me find a hundred reasons to stay
But you will only remember me when i walk away
How very odd indeed

Friday 27 September 2019

Water your soul

When will it be time
To water your soul
For unloving words and misunderstandings
Have made themselves at home

When will it be time
To fertilize your mind 
Bury seeds of self worth and acceptance
And you will be what they said you could not

When will it be time
To leave the shelters of your home
You are a hidden gem rotting away
Who will see you when you yourself cannot?

When will it be time
To take the poison out of your heart
The world has not abandoned you love
Do not fall apart

When will you understand
That you are better than what you believe
You are a loved sister, daughter and friend
You have what it takes
To live and breathe again
You are worthy.
You are loved

Thursday 12 September 2019

one day

there will be a day where you're gonna miss me. and maybe that day hasn't come yet. because that day doesn't have to be today.it doesn't have to be soon at all. I see you, packing your life, crowding yourself so so that there will be no room for me.

but eventually, there will be cracks for my soul to seep through and there ill be.

youll wake up one day. maybe you'll be climbing to bed instead. or ill be the presence beside you, riding your car alongside . or open up a bottle of vodka and think of me. youll be watching your feet as they skim the ground, wondering why no one else is stepping in your shoe out of the crowd you merge yourself in.

you'll be going out with the new.

but it doesn't matter where you are and what you're doing nor does it matter on how long it takes.
youre going to miss me

you're going to miss my constant presence, my reassurance, my love, and my laugh. youre going to miss my fingers and the way they threaded into your body to hold your heart, so you wouldn't fall apart

youre going to miss me so.

but when you do, I will be gone
I will be somewhere laughing at someone else. someone who will laugh back with me and at me.
you will miss me so

just like I already miss you.

Inner child

Oh my friend, my familiar friend I've picked up this pen to write  Too many thoughts of you  Too many anger-filled words Too many sorrow...