I’m going to another poetry event tonight, I like the way this week is going. Want to befriend every poet I meet.
One Five Eight
I wish my life could just be eating out and going to poetry readings and writing about it all.
Poetry – how amazing. So raw and vulnerable, speaking straight into your heart and sending shivers down your spine.
a single flower in the wind
but together with its friends
every time my mind wanders to you
i want to throw up
maybe it’s the tears that won’t come
maybe my body is purging itself of you
everytime i close my eyes
all i see is you and her
her and you
looking at each other
do you dream together
the same dreams we had?
do you hope together
the same hopes we had?
are you scared of pain with her?
or only with me?
because what we had was too real
you had to run away
or were you a coward
too scared to tell me how you really felt
if you didn’t want me then you should have just fucking said so.
i’m not that precious
i’m not that fragile
i am me
i have always been me
and i will always be me
my life will keep rolling on
i will find love again
but better this time
with someone who isn’t scared
with someone who is committed to me
with someone who will make me laugh
with someone who will hold me when i cry
with someone who will make me a better person
with someone who will stay