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Sour

October 27, 2021August 3, 2022 buildpoetryLeave a comment
The image shows a black background with a pair of blue hands interlocked with another whilst the elbow rest on a flat surface as if in contemplation, their nails painted neon green.

I feel melancholy today

Like the pounding of my heart when I notice you in a crowd

To find out it was someone else

Or how I used to be able to listen to that song

And now it just reminds me of pain and loss

Healing is never linear

Sometimes it tastes of sourness,

Just like vinegar.

Posted in Friendship, Life, LoveTagged muses, poem, poems, poetry, writing

Thorn

October 23, 2021August 3, 2022 buildpoetryLeave a comment
A pink hand holding onto the wrist of a blue hand. Their nails are painted neon yellow.

Like a thorn,

Piercing my fingers.

I hate this feeling

But I like to feel

I don’t want you

But I want you.

So let me go,

Because I can’t let you go.

Posted in Life, LoveTagged muses, poem, poems, poetry, writing

Naively

October 2, 2021August 3, 2022 buildpoetryLeave a comment
A pair of green hands curled in mid-air, with neon pink nails.

Don’t look at me like that

As if you’re amusing a child.

You hold my face with those cold fingertips

When I’ve carved out my heart so neatly

And laid it bare, in your palms so naively.

Why did I ever entertain that thought?

Posted in LoveTagged muses, poem, poems, poetry, writing

For you

September 26, 2021August 3, 2022 buildpoetryLeave a comment
Two blue hands pink promising each other, with their nails painted neon pink.

I want to be home

Home in your arms.

Their faces are kind,

But their hearts are too cruel

I can’t trust anyone but you.

So I’m only staying here, waiting for you.

Posted in Life, LoveTagged muses, poem, poems, poetry, writing

If

September 24, 2021August 3, 2022 buildpoetryLeave a comment
There is a black background with a pink hand at the centre of the image, their fingers curled into the palms and their nails neon yellow.

If it’s not self punishment

Then why am I doing the same thing

Over and over and over again?

Standing in the same corner

Watching the same rain

Heart in pain.

Posted in Life, LoveTagged muses, poem, poems, poetry, writing

Like so

September 17, 2021August 3, 2022 buildpoetryLeave a comment
Two blue hands with fingertips like claws, threatening at each other. Their nails are painted neon yellow.

Twisted, convoluted and broken

We come to each other in pieces

Wanting to make a whole.

But all we ever do

Is sink into a dark hole

And wonder why we can’t fix each other like so.

Posted in Family, Friendship, Life, LoveTagged muses, poem, poems, poetry, writing

Snow

September 16, 2021August 3, 2022 buildpoetryLeave a comment
The image shows a black background with a yellow hand held up, fingers curled towards the palm and the index finger reaching out, nails painted neon green.

Clean like snow

You come to me.

Like the first snow,

Resting on pine trees,

Come back to me.

Posted in Love, NatureTagged muses, poem, poems, poetry, writing

Find

August 20, 2021July 29, 2022 buildpoetryLeave a comment
The image shows a black background with a pair of yellow hands pressed together, fingers interlocked and nails painted neon blue.

I find myself in these moments

Begging for just a little more.

It’s nothing but love

What use is pride?

Posted in Life, LoveTagged muses, poem, poems, poetry, writing

Curl

August 19, 2021August 17, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment
The image shows a black background with a pair of blue arms stretched overhead, wrists crossing and fingernails painted neon pink.

I wonder if somewhere in this world

You’re in bed just as I am

Curled under the covers

With your hand between your thighs

Whispering my name

As your toes curl.

Posted in LoveTagged muses, poem, poems, poetry, writing

Maybe

August 18, 2021August 17, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment
The image shows a black background with a pair of yellow hands, one playing with the index finger of the other one, nails painted neon pink.

Maybe we were destined for failure

I’ve never been fond of trying again and again

Because you make it so hard

Whether in life or in love

As if you’re afraid to lose all the above

Posted in LoveTagged muses, poem, poems, poetry, writing

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