I don't know what it's like to fall apart for someone,
And then have to put yourself back together again
Because they realized they don't want the pearl that's inside of you.
I don't know what it's like to never feel whole again,
Because you fixed the puzzle that is you,
But you didn't remember how the pieces fit before his hand slipped into yours
And now you're trying to deal with the abrupt absence of his warmth.
I hear it's painful
Because you two have become a patchwork quilt;
Traces of you are found in his eyes and in his smile
And pieces of him are tucked into the crevices of your palms
And the chambers of your heart.
But he's suddenly decided to rip himself out of you and give you back your belongings.
He thinks he's rid of you;
You know better, though.
You know he's forgotten about the little box layered with dust, withering.
It goes with him everywhere,
And you can feel it move and jostle and break and hurt;
You can feel it die.
It's your soul; how could you not feel that?
- Via @notpoems
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“It’s only 71 degrees. I’m laying here alone when I should be asleep. It’s 5:42 am. My thoughts are crawling on the walls whispering; They’re wondering why too, Why is it that I still love you. I took a bath. 9 hours 15mins and 7 seconds ago. I wanted to drown because the whispers told me to do so. The dog is the only thing that I can show affection. He’s is my only protection. Went into the kitchen. It stinks, might be the sink; The pot with the meat in it might’ve finally started to rot. Thirsty but I haven’t been out to the store. I have a confession, I am suffering from depression. I have 2 hours and 5 minutes until I walk into the middle of street, waving my hands begging someone to save me. Please, I want to be free. Like I do every day. My life on repeat. Let me go. I’m asking for closure; I want us to officially be over.”
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