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Posts tagged ‘bottled up emotions’

love, love, or love?

and he said, as he looked at his face
in the melting ice of his drink
i couldn’t tell if she was
infatuated, or truly into
the truth of me, if she even cared about
my ugly guts and insides and all those
vulnerabilities i could be hiding,
but i think, he said,
her desires were stuck to
the surface of my skin
letting her heart feel all of the hollow
lies she convinced herself was love,
but really was just an empty shell pretending
to sound like the ocean in her head
and now she has me all messed up
wondering if the love i know is actually love
or if it was all just a lie i misread

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: penchant

the thinker & the dreamer

they both stitch up their minds and hearts
with different seams, and yet when
vulnerability opens the door, their thoughts appear
to walk hand in hand, not as far
away from one another as they seem

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backdated post a day poem for October 28th, 2017

caught in the blue

my fingertips are blue from the cold
be my fire, warm me, turn my eyes to gold
so that my heart can be a little more bold
to hold out my cold hands and share
everything i’ve always should have told you
but, i was caught in the blue, swept into
something far away from you
i’m growing older now, but my heart
is still young and close to you

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backdated post a day poem for October 21st, 2017

staring contest

maybe if i stare hard
anxiety will stare back,
meet my eyes
and begin to care
dial it back
not be so rough
but wishful thinking
is never enough

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backdated post a day poem for October 17th, 2017

lemonade gremlin

she walked around
with her lips twisted
like her whole life
had munched on a
bag of sour, fresh lemons

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backdated post a day poem for October 15th, 2017

empty and full

another person’s empty
makes me feel full
because i can pour my heart
into theirs, pull them out
of the void and into the light
but what makes me feel a fool
is when their full is cruel,
making me emptier, leaving me
a broken vessel, all the pieces
there, but lost in the night

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backdated post a day poem for September 10th, 2017

beyond me, another

i desire to believe
that beyond my own,
there is another heart
beating for me,
that another body,
beyond my own
is tiring, just as restless to be
finally resting, sitting,
walking, or dreaming
next to me

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backdated post a day poem for September 11th, 2017