relatable poetry

And she felt loneliness
that it brought tears
not only to her eyes,
but also to her heart
where it was never seen
by anyone—
she cried an
ocean of words
and called them
as poetry
of her own.
—  ma.c.a // Art

6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don’t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
Blurred out lines
from hangovers
to coffee
Another vagabond
lost to love.

4am alone and on my way.
These are my finest moments.
I scrub my skin
to rid me from
and I still don’t know why I cried.
It was just something in the way you took my heart and rearranged my insides and I couldn’t recognise the emptiness you left me with when you were done. Maybe you thought my insides would fit better this way, look better this way, to you and us and all the rest.
But then you must have changed your mind
or made a wrong
because why did you

6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don’t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
I replace cafés with crowded bars and empty roads with broken bottles
and this town is healing me slowly but still not slow or fast enough because there’s no right way to do this.
There is no right way to do this.

There is no right way to do this.

—  Charlotte Eriksson

When will I finally get to kiss you?
Not a kiss on the cheek, but a kiss on those pretty soft lips of yours.
And not a kiss that’s completely physical or sexual.
I want a kiss that actually means something.
And even though we have kissed before, like when we were drunk without a care in the world, I don’t count those.
Every time we’ve kissed, it’s always meant something a little more each time, but to me it’s not enough to call it a real kiss.
I want to tell you how much I like you.
I want to tell you how much I want to be with you.
Then, I want to tell you how much I love and adore you and then give you the best kiss you’ve gotten so far.
One that is filled with so much passion that you’ll never forget it.
That would be a real kiss.
I am trying my best to wait for you, because even after all you’ve put me through, I can finally admit and say that you’re worth it and actually mean it this time.
I can’t wait to finally kiss you the way you should be kissed.

Do not allow him to consume you. If he does not call, go to sleep. If he does not message, put your phone away and have a fantastic day anyway. If he acts distant when you are with him and refuses to tell you what is wrong, don’t wait for him, go home and do something you love. If he tries to insinuate you do not need your friends now that you have him, spend more time with your friends. If he tries to teach you a lesson through the silent treatment, ignore him completely.

If he plays with your feelings constantly, walk away from him. If he acts like your body is his entitlement when you are not ready, walk away from him. If he says terrible, unforgivable things and threatens to leave you after every argument, walk away from him. If he forbids you from doing anything you love, walk away from him. If he claims ownership of your accomplishments, walk away from him. If he demeans you or disrespects your being a girl and refuses to stop when you tell him it hurts, walk away from him.

I cannot stress this enough, you live for yourself first. He is a secondary character in the story of your life. Do not allow him to turn you into a secondary character in your own book.

—  Nikita Gill, Advice for Teenage Girls Finding Their Way Through Love.
it’ll hit you in flashes.
no more good morning text,
no more goodnight kisses.
the sheets don’t smell like him anymore
and his toothbrush is gone.
you’ll miss the way his arms felt
the way they slid around your waist
after a long day.
how he kissed will haunt you.
you will feel the ghost of his lips
late at night when your only company
is the blinking red LED of the clock.
you will worry about him,
all alone in that house.
you’ll wonder at 2 am if
he too is awake and thinking of you.
you pick up your phone to call him
but think better of it.
you remember he’s not yours to take care of,
not anymore.
at 2 am it hits you.
he’s gone.
he’s really gone.
—  j.e.b. ((you didn’t think he was truly going to stay, did you?))
Wrap your arms around me, I’ll wrap my arms around you, and for just a little while, we can pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist.
For a little while, we can disappear.
Now that’s what I call magic.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (247/366)
I find myself
thanking you
for all the
beautiful memories
we have shared,
yet I still hope that
instead of you
I wish I could have
spent those times
with someone else.
Someone who will
never leave,
someone who will
stay forever.
Just like what
you have once
—  Still, I hope