The problem is
I don't want to lose you.
But it seems you want to.
-painful.
I need hands,
hands to throw my sorrows in,
hands to hold me in the dark,
hands that catch me whenever I am falling.
-hands.
Do not confuse longing with lust,
because it is painful afterwards.
-believe me.
I want to hear my name with your voice.
It tells me so much about you.
-secret of voices.
I like the way I get lost in your eyes.
It is like living in another world, feeling other feelings.
Being someone I want me to be.
-what you do to me.
I don't cry because you hurt me.
I cry, because I hurt myself.
-and that's not okay.
I want to see the small change in your smile,
when your eyes wander over me.
-all about you.
Growing up is hard.
But I have the best company I could ever wish for.
-sisters.
"Childish" is a beautiful word.
-you never grow old.
When did alcohol and razor blades become our medicine?
-how broken is our youth?
I don't want to just see other places.
I want to feel them as well.
-traveling.
I want to bath in good memories and thrilling adventures.
-when I am older.
Another sip of alcohol,
another tear of realization.
-where are you?
YOU ARE READING
teenage thoughts
Poetrylittle poems written by a little woman in a little world full of sadness and happiness, laughter and tears, pain and healing and so much more Go find yourself in these. Make them yours.
