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297 · Feb 2017
Alone
My mother and my sister used to tell me
that going to sleep crying
would only result in nightmares.
But the tears would keep on falling
from my little brown eyes.
So one of them would sit on my bed
and hold me in their arms,
against their chest,
while stroking my hair.
They'd shush away my fears,
my sadness, my anger,
until good dreams were guaranteed.
I need someone right now,
to hold me in their arms,
accept my tears against their chest,
stroke my hair,
and shush away my fears.
I'm terrified of the nightmares.
297 · Jan 2017
On the Shelf
I wasn't another code for you to crack.
My life isn't another book you can rip from my mouth
and throw on the shelf.
I shook off my dust cover for you,
but you sneezed and laughed it off.
Will I ever be enough?
You were in love with novels,
and so mine was convenient.
Will I ever get it back?
Take a look at your account. Those fines are adding up.
And I'm afraid your destruction will stem
from the pieces you read,
you loved,
you kept.
Here's the fault with getting involved:
You don't know yourself.
Instead you tore out my pages,
and threw me on the shelf.
296 · Jan 2017
Tell Me
Tell me... Tell me where I messed up.
I could never solve the simplest problems
and you were a complex maze.
Tell me... Where did my calculations go wrong?
After holding on for so long...
They all fell away.
The embers in your eyes are dying.
The warmth you offered me has fled.
The ashes now are rising
and the darkness, drowning me again.
Tell me, tell me my old friend
the way to once more kindle the flame;
How to reignite the fire,
and illuminate this lonely pain.
Probably the only "song" I've ever written
(in sophomore year).
Prepare for a sophomore year poem spam (:
- Isabelle
293 · May 2019
you yourself are poetry.
we kissed on december 10th, 2018 around 11 am after a fire alarm and breakfast.
Here is a secret I’ve kept for over four years.
There was a stack of letters I wrote you with the same title.
But over time I stopped writing.
Over more time, I tossed those letters out.
But now you are back in my mind,
and you hold a new space.
After too many failed relationships,
three people who have used me for their own desires,
and one specifically bitter heartbreak,
I see you in this new light.
I know with absolute certainty that you were my very first love.
I also know that you are the only person I have ever loved so purely and authentically.
So much so that this love for you remains with me still today.
I carry it in my heart, in secret.
But today I heard a song and I realized something else.
There are songs I have dedicated only to you.
Only to this innocent and pure love that was between us.
Never could I have given these songs to any other lover,
for the sheer reason that they have all crumbled and fell away.
But not you.
And my love, I have grown.
And I have journeyed so far from where you left me,
to realize that I will never again have you as my own.
And it is a reality I’ve learned to accept.
But those songs will remain yours…
Unless and until I can find someone who is truly capable of the love you give -
the love your soul has always readily available.
Someone loving and kind and pure-hearted.
For now they remain yours.
this really is a letter series i would write to my very first love, about 4 years ago when my heart was first broken. It isn't a poem by any means, but i needed a place to store it. to this day no one has been able to match that love.
233 · Mar 2020
unfinished.
things fall together
and things fall apart

like words fall on paper
and transform into art

and sometimes the best explanation
is in the hands of God

and the reasons we look for
are far and abroad

and the heartache we feel
cannot be captured in poems

and the sickness and anger
is best left unspoken
225 · Jul 2019
Coffee Kisses
i'm hanging on for coffee kisses
and sun-soaked mornings,
with frothy wonder at my fingertips.
hot steam rises,
and vivid colors slowly dissipate;
but my dear,
you sweeten those kisses with your smile.
presently, you're far,
and the mornings are hot and stagnant.
a cup of joe only gets me so far...
but i'm holding on for those coffee kisses that keep me going.
those coffee kisses and sun-soaked morning by your side.

— The End —