well, to anyone, i was wrong we bloomed while the snow fell around us
Author Archives: thewandereroftheworlds
never a no, always a yes
i love you, i love you with my whole being for you, you have put up with me and know when my words are walls and my actions a mask you always know when to ask and respect my boundaries when my skin burns and you, always you, are willing to embrace me when theContinue reading “never a no, always a yes”
prophecy
i see my end behind your brown eyes because you are my weakness meaning i would do anything for you you and your brown eyes
say nothing
you ask me why i said nothing i said nothing because you loved my best friend and it was never my place to say lest I feel the wrath from the woman you loved i also said nothing because i was trying to get over the thought of you and her it scalded me, thatContinue reading “say nothing”
2019, an anthem
hey you, just keep fuckin’ truckin’
honestly, slap him back
i am proud of you, girl don’t let his pathetic ass drag you down i never liked him anyway
there is no goddamn process
please don’t ask me how i ended my addiction i saw the pain i caused and saw the horror but you fools, i did not feel regret regret for others’ feelings regret for others’ feelings is how i dragged myself into that mess i crawled out by myself and no one else
a queen walks among you
a queen walks among you one moment she is dressed in finery they paint patterns of powdered silver on her skin they place dresses of the vast world upon her silks of the far lands and cloth of the finest embroidery her hair, spun with gold, a blessing both loose and long and tight andContinue reading “a queen walks among you”
all that matters
i want to be in a lover’s embrace as we glide across the floor maybe i will be in a gown, beautiful and a portrait of elegance or maybe i will be dressed in slacks, lazy but delightfully carefree it doesn’t matter of I am on a dance floor Or my kitchen floor he won’tContinue reading “all that matters”
sink into my spirit
there is nothing else that makes me feel more alive then the low and loud beat of music that reverberates through my ribcage and into my soul
a poet's confessional 