For every good morning and
For every goodnight
I send you letters signed with a kiss,
Then seal it up tight.
Yet you never reply
Like buying a book
And leaving it all pretty and new
on a shelf
Only to collect dust
Let it's delicately written words fade away to a metaphorical death,
Abuse it's real purpose
That it was born and raised to die with
You shredded my neatly folded and deeply written love
You threw away all my letters
Didn't think
All that junk mail
You piled in the trash
Would leave small crumpled
Crippled
slips of anxiety
Piling up in my heart
I wait years to hear from you
And you finally reply
I yearned for a
You say you love me
But you don't
You say you always will
But you won't
You say I'm your everything
I wasn't
You say you're always there
But you aren't
You tell me
You
Care,
But you don't...
It's 1 a.m.
You're going through my head
You don't belong here
Anymore
It's such a mess
Inside my head
But past all the chaos
You're still organized where you shouldn't be
In starting to regret
Me wasting my breath
On words that mean nothing
Yet used to be our everything
It's 2 a.m.
I can't seem to get you
Out of my head
You and me
Were stuck like glue
Never did I think that I'd lose you
You held me together
With your tight embrace
But I'm not here anymore
I'm leaving without a trace
You are the adhesive to my heart
But with all this distance,
I'm being torn apart
Wrap on some duct tape
Splatter on some glue,
No matter what I try,
My heart still breaks for you...
I'm obsessive
I'm absurd
I'm an out-of-this-world girl
But if you know how to touch me right,
I might come back down to earth
I'm stressed
I'm depressed
I'm "leave-me-alone-I'm-fine"
But if you know how to hold me right,
I might just stop this crying
I'm used
I'm broken
And my heart has a few cracks
But if you learn to love me right,
I might just love you back
IWell... as you may know, this is the past day of 2017 and a lot has happened with me.
At the begi ing I was writing, I didn't care much, happy, a little depressed every now and then but good.
Now I see my regrets and my achievments. I made some friends at school. Got to be closser friends with :devsecreteolf4328: deathwing, and loneghost from xbox. We even got a stream team made and messed around the past week.
I changed at how I look at the world from my past experiences and taking my psychology class. I now know and question more than I did before. I met new online friends like silver, ender, and many more.
We as a group joined and had
chel and i
were watching our 5.5 hour gap
as it fluttered. i’m jetlagged in my own time zone
& they’re okay with it, i fall asleep
halfway through breaths and
they let me. they know i will wake up.
take down your barriers and stare at the sun
we opened the gates and let the light in.
shrouded in flowers and smoke and discourse
i would follow them to the end of the world
if i hadn’t lost the map by accident
but this. i don’t know what this means,
the reflection of the moon in their bathtub,
honey on a knife, astrophysics in our
DEPTHS OF BLUE IN THE OPAL EYE by RJBG, literature
Literature
DEPTHS OF BLUE IN THE OPAL EYE
Flight paths in the sky
Tears lost in rain
Angel, starry night
Hidden in a dream
Cast away
Ghost moon lunar tide
At one with the natural world,
and the supernatural
In nature and nurturing
A heaven below and above