It's not Wednesday, but I haven't posted any poetry in a few weeks. I also feel like I should mention that while I try to keep my blog a positive and uplifting place in general, the poetry I post probably won't be. Why? Well, because positive and uplifting poetry just doesn't really do it for me I guess. I like poetry that strikes chords in my heart. That make me feel what author felt when it was written. Like it's happening to me. I've always posted poetry on my social media sites over the years and I always have friends and family commenting "oh my goodness, what is wrong?!" It's just poetry, okay? It's beautiful, heartfelt words spilled onto paper with hurt and tears and meaning. It means something. That's why I think it's worth sharing.
I've had this poem for quite awhile, but I can not find the author. I found it on deviant art years ago, and have had it written down ever since. I searched to try to find the author so I could give credit, but I couldn't. It's beautiful though, and I wanted to share it because at the time that I posted it to my facebook Jonathan and I were not together, he was going through a lot in his life, I was dating someone else, and I was falling apart wanting to hold him and be there for him. Deep in my heart I always knew he was the one.
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dear you,
I know that the days are growing longer
but the nights are growing colder,
and I can see the shadows beneath your eyes.
your skin is blemished and
no matter how still you are,
I see the technicolour wheels
swirling behind your too-drowsy lids,
brain working overtime,
lips refusing to spill words of need and doubt.
your breath falters more each day,
dropping slowly like rain on an empty sidewalk,
and I wonder if I’m the only one who knows it’s there.
I watch you slip further down the drain.
dear you,
I long to make you believe that I understand,
that I get it. I was there too.
I was there in the world of
afterthoughts and ice-cold looks,
where ‘friends’ are just blood and bones,
blood and bones.
I’ve lived where one day,
your universe slips into night and
you never seem to wake up,
darkness embracing your arms,
licking your fingertips.
where you’re just one star, about to combust.
did you know, that when stars die,
it takes hundreds of years for the world to find out?
dear you,
I’d notice if you were gone.
I’d even care.
dear you,
I want to be there for you when you fall,
when you finally shatter into thousands of
sparkling pieces, slivers of stained glass.
I want to be there to glue you back together,
to let your sharp words and jagged thoughts
pierce into my flesh like daggers,
ripping into the pads of my fingertips and
drawing blood with every piece of you I reattach.
you’d be beautiful even if you were broken.
dear you,
you’re worth the pain.
I wish you knew that.
(and you always will be <3)
Until next time,
Angela Kelly
I've had this poem for quite awhile, but I can not find the author. I found it on deviant art years ago, and have had it written down ever since. I searched to try to find the author so I could give credit, but I couldn't. It's beautiful though, and I wanted to share it because at the time that I posted it to my facebook Jonathan and I were not together, he was going through a lot in his life, I was dating someone else, and I was falling apart wanting to hold him and be there for him. Deep in my heart I always knew he was the one.
---
dear you,
I know that the days are growing longer
but the nights are growing colder,
and I can see the shadows beneath your eyes.
your skin is blemished and
no matter how still you are,
I see the technicolour wheels
swirling behind your too-drowsy lids,
brain working overtime,
lips refusing to spill words of need and doubt.
your breath falters more each day,
dropping slowly like rain on an empty sidewalk,
and I wonder if I’m the only one who knows it’s there.
I watch you slip further down the drain.
dear you,
I long to make you believe that I understand,
that I get it. I was there too.
I was there in the world of
afterthoughts and ice-cold looks,
where ‘friends’ are just blood and bones,
blood and bones.
I’ve lived where one day,
your universe slips into night and
you never seem to wake up,
darkness embracing your arms,
licking your fingertips.
where you’re just one star, about to combust.
did you know, that when stars die,
it takes hundreds of years for the world to find out?
dear you,
I’d notice if you were gone.
I’d even care.
dear you,
I want to be there for you when you fall,
when you finally shatter into thousands of
sparkling pieces, slivers of stained glass.
I want to be there to glue you back together,
to let your sharp words and jagged thoughts
pierce into my flesh like daggers,
ripping into the pads of my fingertips and
drawing blood with every piece of you I reattach.
you’d be beautiful even if you were broken.
dear you,
you’re worth the pain.
I wish you knew that.
(and you always will be <3)
Until next time,
Angela Kelly
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