I do not need you.
I have been through hell and back,
got out by myself.
I shower in burning hot water
to make my skin remember of how
much I am capable of.
I do not need you.
I learned the hard way to stand
on my own two feet.
My knees still bleed, the bruises
pulsate but it doesn’t stop
me from getting up every day.
I do not need you. I want you.
I want you to kiss every wound,
touch every weakness.
You look like you are smart
enough to know what type of
blessing that is.
When I said “Don’t break my heart”
it wasn’t a suggestion.
It was a prayer.
If your soul craves art
like your body craves air
it means that he stole your peace.
You let him tear down the walls
of your museum and destroy
your books and paintings and melodies
Don’t follow him into the dark.
Let him have those ruined paintings,
ripped out book pages and distorted melodies.
You are strong enough to build a new masterpiece.
We were more toxic than this
cigarette between my fingers
Like a good addict I am still
looking for those eyes
that loved to undress me.
My mind is silenced.
My heart is twisted.
I wonder is it human to crave
poison while I lie awake,
a bit drunk with smoke in my lungs
waiting for you to come back.
We aren’t of those who want
to conquer the world.
We would build one ourselves.
But what is that good for if
we are playing the hurting game?
Who is going to let his trauma
win over love first?
Which one is going to self-destruct
and turn us into dust?
You need to know how to read
minds to know what I am saying.
I need to threaten to leave
to get an ounce of your attention.
Maybe it isn’t our fault we
are too messed up to love?
Yesterday we reached a milestone. There’s 5000 of you on this blog. I actually couldn’t believe when I saw it because I don’t really keep track of the numbers on the blog, I enjoy much more reading your comments, seeing how much you engage in The Poetry Bar and them BOOOM. 5k followers.
I think this is an important milestone for all of us and I just hope we will continue to grow, comment, share content and support each other now more than ever.
Thank you so much for everything and thank you for helping our community grow ❤
I hope I will soon see more of your lovely guest posts for The Poetry Bar, #savingme and The Positivity Press which is active during these difficult times.
If you are new here, you can read more about our guest posts in our Guest Post Information.
I am getting back to my job now and just want to thank you all one more time!
Sending love and positive vibes,
When I yell, it’s not because I am angry
It’s because I care.
When jealousy paints me a shade of green
it’s not because I don’t trust you
It’s because I am scared of losing you.
When I have an attitude and say what I don’t mean
it’s not because I want to push you away.
It’s because I am trying to get your attention.
My soul gets lost in the unsaid just
like my fingers in your hair.
Learn to read between the lines,
that’s where poet’s heart lies.
Once silence steps in, the lines will go away
and so will I.