Poem #186

She finally got to hear those words.
You offered her the moon and the stars
and the sun and the whole world but she refused.
You’ve been gone for so long and she
became stronger and capable of walking alone.
The darkness wasn’t the big bad wolf trying to swallow her.
She made a friend out of it.

Poem #185

Love is what happens when two wholes
combine in a feeling higher than themselves.
Attachment is what comes to life when two
broken pieces try desperately to act like
they are a puzzle.

Poem #124

I was never good in art class but yet
for you I tried to behave as a descendant of Picasso.
I took a canvas and made you a painting
to explain my emotions better, to make you
see how much it hurts when you do some things,
to let you know what I need more of so that I
could feel safe and loved around you.

I thought you were such a good guy because you
tried to understand and tried to be better but then
I realized I was the girl that stooped so low as to
be forced to draw you a map to my heart because
you couldn’t find it yourself. I was handing you everything
I was, everything I am and everything I will be and
you were still wandering without appreciating this gift.

Poem #34

I decided to stop writing about you a bunch of times already. I never went through with my decision because I was just so scared that in the absence of you in my mind no one else will be good enough to spark this power that makes me pick up a pen and write. You were always more than just my love.

 

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Poem #26

Why do you think I stopped loving you?
I never loved you to begin with.
I loved the pretty portrait you sold me, I loved
the lies you used like paint to cover my eyes,
I loved the way you made me feel at night,
I loved the sweet words that flew in my ears like birds.
Once your true self was revealed the fantasy was
shattered into a million pieces and the explosion
took away the love I had for someone you pretended to be.

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Poem #23

It was easy getting naked in front of you
letting you run your hands all over me.
But my soul, I left her concealed like a delicate
flower inside my chest. She’s been through
enough, she needs to rest. As for this sculpture
you have in your bed, it’s just body parts
nothing else. You won’t own me, you won’t
have me until my soul is naked in that bed as well.

 

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