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these days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
and sometimes,
my heart forgets to beat.
it's funny,
i suppose—
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
destroyed four.
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
filthy world,
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
feels like.
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
and sometimes,
my heart forgets to beat.
it's funny,
i suppose—
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
destroyed four.
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
filthy world,
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
feels like.
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.
whispered goodbyes and sepia summer dreams-
their neverlasting brilliance is
more beautiful than
a million everlasting stars,
(because he loves in f ra gme nts,
and she hopes in sha
rds)
Literature
How to love a poet:
Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
imperfections, sticky
metaphors
& an inability
to speak.
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
Your smile,
the sound of your voice,
the laugh lines—
bruises.
Know
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longing
"I miss you."
"I miss you, too."
"How long has it been?"
"Only a week. How's the internship?"
"Boring, but I'm learning a lot. I want to come home. I miss you."
"Is the weather in Phoenix nice?"
"No, it's too hot. I miss you."
"Are you having fun, at least?"
"Not really. I miss you."
"I miss you, too, but I thought we already established that."
"I know. It just...feels like half of my body is back home, sleeping in bed next to you."
"I just looked under the covers. Nothing's there, I promise."
"You know what I meant."
"You're right, I do. I'll let you in on a secret, though."
"Shoot."
"I'll be gone one day, and you'll be alone.
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For Chelsea.
9/10/14 was hard for me. I'm sorry. I had to write you something again. It's not very good but I needed to get it out.
Please be happy now.
Edit...can't seem to bring myself to reply to the comments on this one. i'm sorry.
9/10/14 was hard for me. I'm sorry. I had to write you something again. It's not very good but I needed to get it out.
Please be happy now.
Edit...can't seem to bring myself to reply to the comments on this one. i'm sorry.
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I'm not sure what to say on this piece as far as the writing except to say that it's definitely well-written. I mostly just needed to comment to say that this is a truly powerful piece. Well done!