Someday I won't be here and I'll exist only in your memory. You'll be here, surviving, picking up the pieces of everything I left behind. You'll remain stoic, with your head held high, as you remind yourself to stay strong. You'll be sad as grief dehisces your delicate wounds each time they begin to close. But eventually you'll move on, and that'll be okay... Knowing we'll meet again in the end someday.
Category: My Poetry
Nail in a Coffin
They say ending a chapter is like putting a nail in a coffin. It's done, final, over. But what if the wood splinters and cracks in the process? The once definite and absolute finale now stands in disrepair. There's fragments hanging, pieces missing, and it's unsuitable to be laid to rest in peace. However, there's still a choice to be made... Do you try to fix all that has been broken and bury it at ease? Or do you just let the whole thing go down without a second glance?
Exhausted
If I'm being honest with myself, I'm tired. I'm tired of splitting up fights between the thoughts in my mind, and the redundancy of my habits that are anything but fine. I'm tired of living for the days I think are worth waiting, just to see them come and go as fast as I'm fading. I'm tired of the facade that I'm feeling okay, when inside my strength has begun to decay. I'm tired of the cycling through the lies in my head, and the words I have spoken that I wish were never said. But now I've lied once more and said that I'm just tired... When exhausted was the word I should've used when this started.
Regret
Regret hangs like a cloud above me. It overtakes me with nausea as it opens up to expel sour and sickening drops of doom into my pores. It racks my body with waves of heat, forceful and deafening, as it clings and holds and follows... Only parting from me the moment I'm brave enough to face it.
Fire
When he touched her, her veins became fire... And everything else simply melted away. In that moment, there was only desire... And her mind begging for his hands to stay.
Insomnia
You may ask me why I'm tired all the time and I'll tell you this... It's the restless thoughts and pointless repetitions. It's the endless worries and racing questions. It's the memories that haven't happened as I try to perceive the future. And it's the idea... And the notion... Of living without you.
Feast
Desire is callous and fleeting. For a period in time, a moment, you are craved. Passionately you are fed upon with hungry eyes and heavy hands. Ravenously loved, but only by selfishness, lust, and gluttony. Yet you lie grateful for the feast, for you too are starving.
Time
I hate time. I wish it would stop. I wish time would pause, take a break, and forget to restart. I wish the hands on the clock would inexplicably stop ticking their way through moments that will never come back. I wish the squares on every calendar were empty with events that would never occur. I wish the air would still and the world would be deafened by the harshness of complete silence. I wish the details in my memory weren't diminished by days of mindless routines and mundane expectations. Yet... if time was gracious enough to stop... would there truly be a point in ever existing?
Monophobia
Her paranoid mind cruelly twists facts into deranged delusions, irrationality and self-doubt filling up the unused spaces in her pathetic head. Her thoughts churn, anxiety bringing up the bile that belongs in her stomach as fear convinces her that loneliness is sure to come. She will be abandoned, forgotten, and left in the darkness. So she tries to keep them close. Yet her ill-fated attempts only stifle, smother, and suffocate the people she loves most. Her affection too harsh and overwhelming for them to bear.
Pure
You are an amber honey, warm and unpolluted by grays.
AO Poetry 
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