Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Have you ever been in the forest At sunset When the forest fairies Turn into forest monsters As the golden rays sink.
By Sara about a year ago in Poets
My world is limbs Because mine were never good enough for you So maybe if I spend all my time Running Lifting Puking
If a tree falls in the forest Does it make a sound If I scream in the night Does anybody listen. I’m hoarse. If I don’t remind the universe
You must remain my fantasy Because I can touch you better in my dreams. I do not want your hands all over me I simply want the burn of wanting
They follow me everywhere. To my thoughts and my words and my little feelings I want to pour black paint over. They chase me in the daylight
It's what they call people Whose brains won't leave them alone Whose thoughts keep them up in the night Whose heart lies in eternal angst
My hands would be around your waist My head leaning on your leather shoulders Eyes in the mirrors Where I could watch you watching me.
Stop making my heart stop. I need it for too many things Like getting my PhD And girl bossing Working through my childhood traumas
It’s ok that I’m bad Cuz my daddy never loved me. It made me want the guys Who would never love me either. The ones in black leather
They all tell sad stories About their virginity And how they lost it How the moment Was tinged with uncertainty How he couldn’t even kiss right
To all the boys I’ve fucked before I barely remember your name But I once knew your body In the dark. I don’t know your number
I climbed the tallest mountain And no one held my hand Then I pitched my tent on the stars. I constructed the highest castle
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