A collection of poems about longing, loss, and the aching hope of love.
The Girl Who Just Wants To Be Held
A collection of poems about longing, loss, and the aching hope of love.These are the quiet cries I never said out loud.
These are the nights I waited for someone to see me.
This is the grief of being too much and never enough.
This is the softness I tried to protect.Each poem is a piece of the girl who stayed, even when it hurt.
Even when no one reached back.
Even when she didn’t know if she was worth holding.I wrote this for anyone who’s ever loved too hard, lost too quietly, or wished they could disappear into someone’s arms.
Come hold her now.
Use me.
I love you.
I don’t care.
Fools blood
Blistered on my skin
Beginnings are special
For the ones who
Are akin
To a giver.
Miss the longing lips
Of ever present hate
-Play a game of checkers-
I have arrested myself
And given everything
to you.
I hate you,
And I love you.
And I love that exact feeling.
What Why Why
Why
Why
I can’t stop
No one can help me
I am out of control.
I know why
My life
Sucks.
It is because
I suck.
Why won’t
The Man
Love me?
I miss Him.
Who is He?
Who is my love?
Who will be my love?
It is destiny I know.
I love him.
I love The Man.
He makes me happy.
I think
I’m repeating the same thoughts
Over and over
In my head.
Small
A small bundle
Of the same
Thoughts.
The Man The Man The Man
Awake Awake Awake
I just hope you’re in
Love
Can’t do what
is tough
Waiting for
the coercion
In everybody’s
Touch
I am something
Valuable,
Why can’t you see?
I love myself
And I love the trees
I’m a living being
Tell me you think I’m pretty
I bet you’re on a mission.
I don’t trust anyone
Because
I don’t even
Trust myself.
Would it help if
It wasn’t about
Sex?
It is all the same
Just different shades.
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