My T-shirt said 'Good Vibes', it was new. My dad had passed away, I was fresh out of a toxic relationship and I hadn't been back from Spain long. I was getting ready to go out and feel seen, smiling in my room for selfies I would never post, seemingly happy even to myself. I … Continue reading ‘Good Vibes’ I wanted to die
Tag: poem
Nothing But The Rain
It's quite.No sound but the rain and my beating heart.Stood in the open doorway of the kitchen.Dressing gown on, hood up.The house is dark, hollow and the rain freckles my face as I smoke my cigarette.The world is sleeping but my mind is occupied while I stand alone.Nothing but the rain.Nothing but my heart.Nothing but … Continue reading Nothing But The Rain
not so cool, calm & collected
33 day's I had waited to see his face, I wanted to write about it but I've left it too long and now the memory has gone along with the words and what I had said. I just remember drowning, drowning us both in a flood I was creating myself. I broke the dam and … Continue reading not so cool, calm & collected
The Things I Miss
I am hoping that if I write them all down then I wont miss them anymore. Purge them out from the corners of my mind so I can start again. .... Being told I look beautiful, even when I've just woken up. Having someone to call beautiful. A hand on my thigh in the car. … Continue reading The Things I Miss
If I…
If I wrote you a letter, kissed with my name would you smile, would you rip it up or burn it with flame? Would you cry for a while or would you run far away from the memory of all the perfect memories we made? If I picked up the phone, what would you say? … Continue reading If I…
Winter’s Whisper
The ground outside is frozenI can see the air I breatheAnd my chest is still torn openAs my skin begins to freeze The light inside is dyingAs my feet are turning blueI'm forever in this winterAnd I owe it all to you Time has stopped it's tickingAnd the lakes are frozen stillAll the icicles are … Continue reading Winter’s Whisper
The First Snow
The tire tracks his car had left upon my drive were still there by morning, I cried at the sight of them as I smoked a morning cigarette and drank my coffee. I didn't feel the morning chill clawing at my dressing gown nor did I acknowledge the pounding in my head as the headache … Continue reading The First Snow
If I Died
Still, time and space stop If I died, I wouldn’t mind My eyelids drop You’re so warm in my content Fingers locked inside mine I’m in the hoodie you lent Your heart you didn’t lend me That is mine to keep I’ve packed it away nice and neat And Inside the pleats I stored my … Continue reading If I Died
ATARI
I got a stain on his favourite hoodie, the one he would let me wear. The stain wouldn't come out, so I couldn't help but feel like he left with a piece of me when he took it back. Eventually he would leave with more than just his hoodie. He left with the fragments of … Continue reading ATARI
A Little Broken
Some days I wake up and I feel nothing. I want nothing. I am nothing. Some days you will hold me and Experience nothing. Touch nothing. Caress nothing. Some days I'm still a little broken. My heart isn't always open, but it will always reopen for you. You see... Some days I see nothing but … Continue reading A Little Broken
Ryon Maverick 