I could not sleep
Because the only
Thing
I could see
Was your face

I saw your smile
When you talk to
Your friends

I saw your freckles
They fall perfectly
Over your face

I see your arms
The muscles you worked
So hard to build

I see you
When you think no
One is looking

I see you
I see you

And I wonder
As I’m lying in
My bed

If you see
Me too

I write
Because crying got old

Because cutting
Was only temporary

Because screaming into a pillow
Would only make me hoarse

I write
Because I needed a voice

Because I know
More feel the same way

Because words can mean
A thousand things

And because I can always write
A happy ending


posted 2 months ago via pequeliar with 7 notes

Unfinished poetry
Is my favorite
Poetry

It is poetry
With an indefinite
Ending

An unfinished poem
Can be lacking a
Word

Or on occasion
An entire
Stanza

One decides
How such poems
Conclude

This however
Is not
Unfinished

This is the
Ending
Right here


posted 2 months ago via pequeliar with 5 notes

Poets are rare
But they are
Not unique

Poets are you and I
When we spill our secrets
At 3 AM

poets are different
However
Unlike you and me

Poets


I do not know
Anything about poets

Because I am not one


posted 2 months ago via pequeliar with 7 notes

I do not like
Surprises

Which is why
I read the last page
Of every book

First.

So that I am ready
For what is coming.

I wish I could
Read your last thought

So I can know
How to prepare myself
For


posted 2 months ago via pequeliar with 2 notes

Poets are rare
But they are
Not unique

Poets are you and I
When we spill our secrets
At 3 AM

poets are different
However
Unlike you and me

Poets


I do not know
Anything about poets

Because I am not one


posted 2 months ago via pequeliar with 7 notes

I write
Because crying got old

Because cutting
Was only temporary

Because screaming into a pillow
Would only make me hoarse

I write
Because I needed a voice

Because I know
More feel the same way

Because words can mean
A thousand things

And because I can always write
A happy ending


posted 2 months ago via pequeliar with 7 notes

As a child
I was never taught
The meaning of “no”

I was only told it
Many times
After asking a question

What if
Our conceived idea of the word
No

Is wrong
And no means yes
But yes means no


posted 2 months ago via pequeliar with 9 notes

pequeliar:

The first drawing I’ve done in almost two years so it’s not that good.


posted 2 months ago via pequeliar with 8 notes
✎ Anonymous: Hello Elsa . I am Cleo and I would like to know how to act like you.

Conceal. Don’t feel. Don’t let it show.


posted 2 months ago with 0 notes