i like myself better when i make you
laugh.
your happiness catches on the
breaks of my little heart,
and then it is
all possible.
♡♡♡♡
i know that it is so
inhumanly hard, most days, for you.
it all makes you sad,
and it all really hurts
and i see that.
i see you.
you think the only way
somebody could ever
love you is
with closed eyes.
but i have seen you in the
brightest light, and
i have felt your darkest parts,
and i know
you deserve better
than superficial.
♡♡♡♡♡
your biggest fear is growing
up to be just like
the woman who was
supposed to raise you.
she loves you, but she did not raise you.
instead, you rose yourself.
and you can't even think about that
man with the hard eyes and
a fire in his throat.
he was so hateful,
and i know he told you,
and showed you,
how fragile love and bones can be.
bruises heal, but that ache
doesn't just fade with the yellow.
and you don't realize it yet,
but nobody grows up.
you will forever be a hurt
little 5 year old,
and a hurt little 10 year old,
and a hurt little 16 year old.
you don't shed skin on
birthdays, just like you don't
shed those scars.
so when you see a street cat,
you'll squeal through the mouth
of 7.
and when you find a cute skirt,
you touch with the hands of 13.
and i hope when you see me,
i am laughed at through the eyes
of your happiest years.
but you will never
exist in this life as
the people who couldn't
love you good enough.
you will grow older,
and you will be so much more.
♡♡♡♡♡♡
you can tell me anything
forever.
i will still be listening
once your voice
has given up on you because
even your silence is
a beautiful song.
you will never be like
your parents, and you can
never be like those other
kids, and you won't ever
be truly alone with your
happiness.
but you have me,
and i can show you how i and all
your past years see the girl
they've always wanted to be.
so, friend.
live like nothing matters
because nothing does.
if you're only born once,
then live so fully that
you are too tired to
want more.
and laugh, so much
that it hurts,
because this hurt is one that
doesn't leave scars,
and you deserve that.
-V
<3
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still, none the wiser (poetry)
Poetryi grieve for memories, mostly. ☆☆☆☆ these poems are messy attempts to decipher my feelings about messy things. (also I love criticism, plz be mean <3)