towritepoems

“If you could go back in time,  what would you do differently? ” he asked with a smirk.

I let the question sink in before answering. It was a question we all wish would come true.

“I would’ve stayed. ” I pause.

“And if I couldn’t stay, then I would want to stay at least for a few more minutes, seconds even. ”

“Why? ” he wasn’t smiling this time. He leaned closer.

I took a deep breath.
“Because that’s what we normally regret in the end,  isn’t it? Not staying long enough. Not saying enough. It’s never going to be enough. And I believe that if I did stay, eventually that wouldn’t be enough either. ”

I averted my eyes away from his and looked at my hands before answering.

“So, if I could have lingered a bit longer, I know it wouldn’t be enough. But it would make all the difference. ”

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write, #1

I know one day I’ll stop thinking about you. One day, I’ll forget you, forget it all. I won’t remember how your hand felt in mine or your smile or the way your eyes glinted whenever they looked at me. I won’t remember our stupid inside jokes and the songs we sang and the places we went and all of our late night conversations will just be a blur. 

One day, I won’t love you anymore.

And that’s what scares me the most.

—  I never fucking wanted to forget you but what choice do I have now?
We were composed of the most beautiful symphonies. He would say I love you like it was an easier concept than to breathe. It all just flowed naturally. So for the longest time, I thought it was him that I needed but it was me. And I have experienced storms far greater than the ones he has blown my way. In the distance I can see a calm sea. I know maybe not now but really soon that I will be okay.
—  (102 / 365)

I broke my hands loving you my knuckles are raw and I’ve stitched up my wrists but they keep on bleeding you used to hold me soft and smother down my hair when we hugged but lately i feel like I’m on a train that cannot be derailed from the tracks let me off you’re scaring me please let go get out of my head it hurts oh my god please it all hurts I’m breaking and you’re laughing why wouldn’t you just leave me instead of watching me fall back onto a bed of sea glass and needles

(e.m)

We have the same heartbeat. We talk with the same apathetic indifference but our kisses could be confused with prayers. Because intertwined hands and submissive lips always seem to give a little more lip service to those we pray we never forget.
—   Jacqueline Brazile
Butterflies
Jackie Rose
Butterflies

Butterflies. 

A poem by Karys, (towritepoems here on tumblr,) now a song by me. Everybody go follow her blog, her poetry is lovely. ♥

butterflies died in my stomach
and turned into heavy stones
and I will lay in my bed forever
and make dust piles from my bones

oh god I can’t say that I miss you 
with silence spread out like the sea
with that blank stare sketched on your face
I know you’ve not thought of me

I am tired of feeling this tired
a terribly consistent fatigue
with a heavy heart blocking my lungs
you still make it hard to breathe

oh god I can’t say that I miss you 
with silence spread out like the sea
with that blank stare sketched on your face
I know you’ve not thought of me

you have been gone for quite a while
as I count the minutes in the bricks
it will be exactly seven thousand four
hundred and twenty when I finish this

oh god I can’t say that I miss you 
with silence spread out like the sea
with that blank stare sketched on your face
I know you’re not thinking of me

Let me inside you but don’t take off your clothes. Tell me everything that no one else knows. You can keep your sweater pulled down over your wrists. With or without me, you will always exist. I will touch parts of you that nobody else can. I want to touch your heart by just holding your hand. I can make you feel this if only you let me, but I suppose nothing can happen until you have met me.
—  Porn (k.p.k)