I'll be the writer
If you'll be the words
The night sky knows my secrets
Better than anyone ever will
I've used so many wishes on you
What's just one more wish
What's just one last breath
I love all of your insecurities
I do not
I am passionate about everything
Except me
Your fire does not scare me
It should
I'm too drunk on your smile to notice
You make me believe in miracles
I have to have a map to get out of your eyes
I have to have a map to get out of my mind
You hold everything together with scars on your heart
Let me hold you together
Let me hold you
I am fire, remember?
Let's burn down together then
You're crazy
Crazy in love
Love? Or hate?
Someone once asked me who I hated most
Your name was in my head
But in the end
I said
Myself
When you are left alone
Do you like who you are?
I am trying to like myself more
I am too sad for this world
You are too much for this world
This world is small
I once had someone tell me they would give me the moon
I laughed and said "The moon?"
And they told me they would find a way
I would give you the sun
No one wants the sun
No one wants me
I do
The sun is blinding
It's fire
Just like you
I feel like I am not enough
I'm not doing enough to contribute to this world
I'm not doing enough to be worthy of taking up space
You're doing so much already
I feel like I could do more
You'll break
Let me break
Will you let me fix you?
You know the answer to that
You will wear yourself thin
I want to be paper thin
I want to be the same as the scraps I write on
I want to feel the ink and the lead
Course through my veins
You wouldn't understand
I don't understand a lot of things
You know you kept me sane today
Were you close to going insane?
I was this morning
And then I saw your text
I'm already insane
Insanely beautiful
You compliment me too much
I don't deserve to be treated so well
I don't think I could ever compliment you enough
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conversations play so well in our heads, don't they?
~Luna Galaxy, a fallen star
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bloodied whispers
Poetrywe don't know how to word things sometimes we're all poets with scattered thoughts we're still finding out who we are and who we're meant to be so let's discover our future no longer lost in the forgotten past ***** a collection of poems by yours...
