Tag: poetry

sailor

Drowning in the sea

As I see how far you have gotten

I watch you sail into the sunset

You may come across another storm

But for now you are safe and warm

You may have a few scratches and leaks

But my god do you look beautiful

As you rock side to side

Stably over the waves

Stably

Taylor

Drowning in the sea is a metaphor for crying so much as I see a dear friend be in a better condition and place in their life. The strength they must have had amazes me, and moves me. Heres to you, and everyone else that overcomes their life difficulties. There will always be another storm, but you did well sailing through this one 🙂 xx

Lip

Blood running down my face

My body in shock

My lip sliced into two

I now have three

But I do not feel the pain

I do not see the depths

Untill I do

A wave of agony, tears and mascara

But with a bit of glue

And taping it back into two

It will soon heal

And be just as good as new

Taylor

My bottom lip got cut into two while dancing, not the best poem but just trying to tell the story

Naked

If you saw my body

You would want to close your eyes

Or at least have myself cover

The scarred wrists and thighs

You would try to ignore it

But you wont be able to

Because who wants to look at this

Cut up flesh

Sliced skin

Some still healing

But some fresh

Some are scarred

But still deep

But those ones will always be there

The others wont, hopefully

Taylor

Opening up : as someone with self-harm scars I cant even look at my body at times, so the thought of someone seeing them again, scares me. But whoops i guess, im using it as a reason to try to stop, which has kinda worked but not completely…. but yeah slowly but surely

Love myself

I can’t love someone else

I’m not ready

Saw something saying otherwise

Saying that you learn to love yourself through others loving you

No

Others love me and I just don’t

Others see this beauty somewhere in me

That I just can’t find

And I am trying everyday

But I just can’t understand how the thought of me can make someone smile

Or how my presence could be wanted

I don’t understand it

I don’t understand how I have been the one to break peoples hearts

I do understand

Its because I can’t love them

But they can love me

Something that I can’t do either

Taylor

Spark

I don’t want love

I just want to feel and see sparks

Like a faulty cable

Sparks flying between out lips and teeth

And intertwined tongues

I know I’ll end up getting electrocuted or burnt

But for now I will enjoy the fireworks

And the bonfire will come later

I want to have my heart forget its rhythm

Legs not know how to walk without wobbling

Stomach bubbling and fluttering

I will enjoy the blood rushing to my cheeks

I don’t give a fuck about the consequences

Light the firework

Plug in the cord

Let the sky be lit up

In lust

Not love

Taylor

I will be good

I’ll be good,

one day.

I won’t need to call you in tears

crying about all the wasted years

and how they were all for nothing.

I won’t need to stack up the pills,

or make sure there’s always something,

pointy or sharp.

I’ll be good,

good enough

to be able to laugh and not shake,

to be wondering about the future

not IF I have one.

I will be good.

I hope.

Taylor