girl reading poetry

Long Distance

If hands
could reach
right through
this screen

I’d rest
your head
my knees

I’d stroke
your hair
‘til you

That we’ll
our hopes
and dreams

This year
like those
now too
shall pass

And though
at times
it won’t
be fast

We’ll close
the distance
our words

Which now
the world
will all
have heard


If hands
that write
could bring
you close

I’d write
to bear
us both

I’d write
until my

You must
you’re all
I need

// A.S
I need you to be here when I wake up. not just texting me ‘good morning babe’ but actually here, in my bed, with me. I need you to wake me up by kissing me softly. I need you to wrap your arms around me and hold me close. I need you to caress my face. I need to feel safe and calm and the only one who can make me feel that, is you. I need you.
Everyone wants you,
You have a beautiful smile, Your eyes are brighter than the sun.
It’s easy for you to move on, because everyone’s watching you. 
You don’t feel pain because everyone’s waiting for you.
But do they love you the way I do? That’s the question that you should ask you.
Are they falling for the heart or is it just for selfish lust?
You expecting more but there’s nirvana inside his mind.

Everyone wants you,
It’s crazy how you moved on while I’m staring at your reflection.
3 years of being single it’s like I’ve been stabbed by razor sharp knives.
Gave you everything that you want but there’s nothing to recieve.
You are happy while my heart deeply bleeds.

Everyone wants you,
There’s nothing to be seen.
Chances are faded and I’m saying this to make you understand what I feel.
Don't want to chase a mirage no more, I want to feel free. From this stupid prison that you locked me in.
But I’m grateful that I knew you and I don’t blame you for this.
When life give you problems, Chin up and face it.
Learn from the mistakes and try to do better.
I’m maybe not the best for you, But I am better.

Everyone wants you.


honey jars full of sunlight,
vines that wrap the walls.
summer days, half-naked,
plastered to hardwood floors.

willow trees and giant oaks.
strawberries and peaches.
freckles and whiskey eyes,
kissed by noon sun.

iced tea with lemon,
novels in the garden.
sun-bright smiles,
as wind disturbed pages.

bright golden hours,
sunrise through the window.
a china cup of tea,
held by sun-soft hands.


She was like satin and lace. She felt so fucking good in between my finger tips. Her tongue felt like silk when it was gliding up my neck and her teeth felt like nirvana as they grazed against the underside of my jaw. The way her fingers traced patterns on my hip bones and her sighs landed on my collarbones. I wanted to feel her against my chest. Wanted to feel her body pressed against mine until the heat between our skin lit us on fire and burned us to the ground.

She made me want her body more than I wanted to fucking breathe. A parched man who needed her lips on mine like she was the god damn amazon river. She made my body arch like electricity was running through my veins. Panting like I’d run 5 miles just so I could taste the back of her shoulder blade.
She made me crave her while I was in bed alone, staring at the blackness of the ceiling and pretending it was the sky.

But it wasn’t just her body, it was her fucking mind. She was brilliance in the most beautiful form. The way her eyes relaxed when she talked about earth. She spoke like a trucker but my God, the sound of her voice wrapped around those curse words made my fucking bones quiver. She’d snap and snarl at me just to see my face contort in shock. When she spoke, she spoke of politics and science and the book she read last Sunday. Her mind was tinged purple but her vocal cords red. And her laugh, oh God her laugh was liquid honey, I’m surprised she didn’t drown in it. She was everything I needed. Dramatic, exotic.

She made me fall in love with everything she was and then she left. She drifted away like gravity had been turned off and she’d always wanted to visit outer space. She put her shirt back on then wouldn’t call me for almost fifteen days. She didn’t want my love, wasn’t looking for it in the dark corners of my mind. She didn’t want to hold my hand or meet my family. She wanted me kiss her breathless then erase the image of her from the back of my eyelids.

She’s is the most desired creature and she couldn’t care any fucking less.

I don’t know how to love without using my whole heart. I don’t know what its like to love someone ‘half way’. I practice giving love in the same way i’d like to receive it.
—  Reyna Biddy

I’ve never quite felt so much dread
As when our final words were said
The quiet car ride in the dark
Fearing what would be a brand new start

I know that you must move away
When daylight strikes and ends your stay
But shaking hands and streaks of tears
I can’t hold back when you’re not near

You walk me back to my front door
Long distance, we’ve been here before
Behaving like a flickering circuit
Temperamental light; when it’s on, it’s worth it

You are my light
And sometimes that scares you
How you’re on my mind
Until we pull through

But I’ll wait for you from coast to coast
You’ll send me chocolates in the post
That I’ll unwrap when I miss you most
As I kiss the soft temple of your ghost

—  We must goodbye again; it never hurts any less. I’m trying to stop the tears, I’ll embrace the pain through writing for you. // A.S
ID #27924

Name: Nikki
Age: 22
Country: USA

I’ve recently cut off contact with a lot of people I didn’t want in my life anymore, with good reason. I cut off all of my social media for the most part and I am looking to making real and honest friendships (and maybe even a best friend) via snail mail (email is okay too!).

I enjoy reading immensely, a few of my favorite books are The Catcher in they Rye, A Tree grows in Brooklyn, The Great Gatsby and my most recent read Girl in Pieces. I am always open to new book recommendations!

I’m a newbie to the world of poetry, immersing my self in words never encountered. I have written 2 poems so far, and plan on writing more. I think exchanging works of poetry would be really rad. I am considering on starting on two short stories as well.

I like to watch tv from time to time. Bob’s burgers and Riverdale are my current favorites. I really enjoyed Stranger things … if you can’t tell my television watching is very scarce. As for movies, a few of my favorites are Coraline, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and The Great Gatsby (with Leo of course!)

Preferences: I am looking for long-term penpals, someone who isn’t going to stop writing me for no reason. Preferably female, aged 19-25. I like longer letters, and goodies are no necessary!

Abelas. The Ryan Gosling of the Dragon Age universe. And he’s here to support you, girl. All the way through the Solavellan hellspiral and straight into the surprisingly sweet bromance to romance that is Abellan.


save me.. like you promised you would. like the promise of us after our first conversation and how i just knew you could. save me.. like I still know you can. sometimes I wonder where you go and if you ever need a hand.

sometimes I wonder if you see me drowning and if all along this - was your plan.
and if you’re waiting for me, patiently, to say I can’t breathe anymore.

between these mixed signals and temporary lines, I can’t breathe anymore. Im waist deep praying there’s a way you can even see me anymore.. because I can’t seem to see me without you, I can’t continue to wonder if you’ll ever leave anymore..
save me.. cause I can’t dream anymore. I can’t fantasize about another love like you ain’t kiss my soul into a happy place. like you ain’t brought my life into better days. I can’t give this up like we don’t do more than fuck like we don’t really make love like our souls aint just one like this is something you can control like you ain’t really in love like this was ever a story about two fools in lust.
come on..

if you can’t remember the forever’s you’ve placed in me.. look at me. look at the woman you’ve made me. you can’t abandon the home you’ve made in me. look me in my eyes and promise me - you don’t crave me. let me know if I’m crazy.
I told myself I’d stop writing about people and then here you come. you made me question if all the others were ever really worthy.. and how I couldn’t not write about the person who fits me completely and perfectly. you fixed me completely and perfectly..

you know I love to see how much you love to see me loving the way you love me.. it is all love right?
I know.. somedays, you get afraid, right?
to have my heart, to be my rib.
to break some days, and go through shit.
it takes a warrior and a special kind of bravery to deal with someone like me.
but I’ve decided I can’t allow you to have cold feet. I swear I’ll be patient but I know you know you were made for me.
please, don’t walk away from me.
not after you promised you would save me..

— Reyna Biddy