I love you so much.
- a girl who's faithfully and wholly in love with you.
He's the moon in her night. He slices through her darkness, effortlessly, creating a beautiful white light for her. He guides her; he helps her. He's the pale, shimmering reflection inside of her dark waters, lighting them up. He's her light.
He looked at her messy hair, dark hazel eyes, and baggy gym shorts. “You're beautiful...” he whispered with a smile.
I want to feel the warmth of your face,
The strength of your hugs,
Your hand in mine.
I want to feel your skin,
Your heartbeat pressed against mine,
Your fingers intertwined in my hair.
I want to feel your smile,
Your lips pressed against mine,
As we soar into a blissful eternity.
I want to feel you,
Every part of you,
Against me.
L.L.
Distance sucks.
It’s countless nights of staying awake with them on your mind. It’s needing constant reassurance that they’re yours, and not anybody else’s. It’s craving their hand in yours, their warm embrace, and their lips against yours. It’s crying because they’re not with you. It’s being alone when you desperately need physical comfort.
But, it’s also countless nights on the phone with them, smiling at how cute they sound when they’re tired. It’s private jokes, and special moments shared between screens. It’s appreciating them more, because they’re usually gone. It’s long, tight embraces when you finally see them. It’s the warm feeling you get when you get a message from them.
So, yes, distance can be bad. But distance can also make a relationship stronger. And for us, it’s made us unbreakable.
“Why, out of all the girls he had? Why did he have to choose to hurt me?” The girl sobbed, glancing down at her scarred wrists. He’d fucking ruined her. She came back to reality as familiar fingers caressed her hair, the other hand tracing patterns on her arm.
“Do you want me to be honest?” Her sister asked, pushing a strand of tear-soaked hair from the girl’s face. She sighed as the girl nodded, and glanced away.
“Well..” She began, putting her arms around the girl in a warm embrace. “You were naive. You were beautiful; unused. I think he liked that. All of the other girls he’d met had been screwed over already. But you were pure. Too pure for his dirty hands.”
A small sob escaped from the girl, and her sister began to stroke her hair again.
“He took advantage of you, I’m not going to lie. He tricked you, he hurt you, because he knew he could. You were an easy target.” She then smiled, looking into her sister’s eyes. “But, he made you strong. He broke you, I know. But you have to learn how to glue those broken pieces back together. Nobody can do that but you. So, you may regret him hurting you, but I don’t. He made you strong. And one day, you’ll realize that because of him, you’re a better person.”
L.L.
I don't need a knight,
I need a sword.
I'll slay the dragon.
I'll conquer my fears.
I'll learn to be happy, by myself.
Without the help of anyone else.
L.L.
He may not be perfect to you,
but he’s perfect for me.
L.L.
When she tells you she’ll talk to you tomorrow, please don’t go. She wants you to stay. When she gives you short responses, don’t get discouraged. She wants to talk to you, more than anything in the world. You see, she was broken, but she healed herself. Sometimes, the glue fades. Sometimes, she begins to break again. This is when she needs you the most. So please, don’t leave her.
L.L.
You light up my world,
I’m infatuated with you.
I never knew I could care for someone so much,
Until I met you.
You make me weak in the knees,
You always make me smile.
Talking to you makes my day,
And it’s always worthwhile.
I crave to hug you,
To shower you with love.
To intertwine my hand with yours;
I know it’ll fit like a glove.
You make me so happy,
Happier than I’ve been in a while.
Whenever I see a message from you,
I can’t help but smile.
Thank you for being in my life.
Thank you for staying with me.
I’ll always be there by your side,
And there to fill you with glee.
L.L.
Watch out for writers,
For they are full of fire.
They have the power
Of a thousand suns.
They have the power
To burn things to the ground;
With just one pen.
L.L.
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Mirrors make me guilty.
I stare at my entire body, Too small, Straightened hair, Nothing new.
I wrestle with the fact that This makes me guilty Like I haven’t done enough.
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Summer:
Bright, baby-blue eyes, and long hair, straight, the color of golden honey. 5'5, but feisty.
Loves surfing, swimming, and all outdoor activities. Also loves exercise and watching sunsets. Loves citrus fruits, and dandelions.
Hates being cold, and being sad. Also hates the dark, and sleeps with a night light.
Hot-head, but nice. Very energetic and hyper. Cheesy, the class clown. Persistent, not willing to give up. Outgoing and talkative.
Spring:
Forest green eyes, and a short cut, curly, the color of fresh dirt. 5'2, and sugary-sweet.
Loves the greens and blues of oil when it sits on asphalt. Also loves tulips, and owns multiple flowers. Loves photographing nature, and baby animals.
Hates the smell of cut grass. Also hates wilted plants, and seeing roadkill.
Naive, and irresistibly cute. Very tender, loving, and sympathetic. Also very sweet and forgiving, but bashful.
Fall:
Hazelnut eyes, and long hair, wavy, the color of burnt amber. 5'3, and calm.
Loves amber-colored red leaves, seashells, and anything else red. Loves the breeze. Also loves painting and hiking.
Hates crispy/dead leaves, and stepping on cracks. Hates overly-friendly people, and being annoyed.
Elegant and charming, but clumsy and cute. Friendly, welcoming, and caring. Very mellow, and mature.
Winter:
Frosty blue eyes, and very long hair, straight, and the color of a moonless night sky. 5'6, and distant.
Loves dark things, and writing. Also loves ravens, crows, and black birds. Keeps a journal hidden under the bed.
Hates energetic people, and attention. Also hates seeing anything in pain, and leaving the bed.
Mysterious, and unwelcoming. Has an icy layer that needs to be thawed. Secretly sensitive and sweet. Very moody.
- seasons as people
Hey I love your poetry/writing and I was wondering how you got that good at it? I love writing and I know it's kind of a hard question to answer but maybe you might have some tips for me?
Tbh, I've always been into writing since I started school. It's all about improvement. Once you practice writing for a while your vocabulary and skill increases.This is really hard to answer but I'm so happy you asked me! Basically, I write what I feel. I never plan anything. When something comes to mind, I write. I tend to write based off my feelings. If I'm sad, I write sadder things. If I'm happy, I write happy/inspirational things.A few tips are not to over-explain things or stuff too much detail in. And big words like pristine instead of perfect make a difference. They make you sound more educated in your writing. Also, make sure to describe things to make your writing more interesting, just don't over-explain and ramble on. Don't use run-on sentences or stretch things out farther than they need to be.Honestly, just write what you feel. It might seem bad at first but once you get a grasp on your feelings and you're able to write based on that I'm sure your writing will be amazing. I hope this helps. I've never really given advice before and it's hard because writing comes naturally to me. Reading can also help because it exposes you to new vocabulary and you can see how others write. Don't be afraid to get inspiration from other writers - as long as you don't copy them.Honestly, just write whatever flows. You can always revise it later. But thank you for asking. I really hope this helped. ❤️ you can message me and talk to me more about it if you'd like.
Don’t blame me for not being able to write.
Writing comes in stages.
My first stage was heartbreak.
Everything I wrote was painfully relateable to all the heartbroken souls in the world. Tears flowed from my eyes to my fingertips, as I wrote about you. How you hurt me. What you did to me. How I’d never be the same. How you’d completely and utterly destroyed my soul.
I wrote about how you shattered my heart,
and how not even the strongest glue could ever mend those broken fragments.
My second stage was inspiration.
I began to move on. I forgave myself. I forgave you. I got motivated to do better, to pull myself out of the hole of depression you’d dug and thrown me in. I wrote about conquering my fears, and defeating my demons. I wrote about how self-love could mend those broken pieces you left throughout me.
My third stage was love.
I wrote about the boy who showed me I was capable of falling in love again. I wrote about how his hands fit perfectly in mine, better than yours ever did. I wrote about his gentle forehead kisses, and how my stomach churned when I looked at him. I wrote about how his lips tasted like honey against mine. I wrote about how special he made me feel. He gave me a purpose. He made me feel loved and appreciated.
Then the cycle started over.
It always does.
Except this time, I won’t let it.
I won’t let myself fall head-over-heels in love with someone who will take me forgranted.
So don’t blame me for not being able to write.
For I have nothing to write about.
Maybe one day, but not today.
(L.L.)
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I turned on our song the other night. My heart knew what it was, because it began to hurt. I turned the volume all the way up, as my eyes began to burn. I began to sing along, the words etched into my brain. I’d let go of you, of us. This was the last step. I was finally going to get rid of you, if I could get through this song without bursting into tears. And I did. And that was all the sense of empowerment that I needed to move on from you. (L.L.)
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Don’t call me beautiful unless you intend to fall in love with me. Because when the words leave your mouth, I will fall in love with you.
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