I could tell you that my hand already misses your fingers laced between mine. That our bed is empty without the weight of your skin kissing my own. I could tell you that yesterday, with you at my side, already feels like a lifetime ago. And that the distance sometimes seems too much to bear. But despite the miles between us, tonight we are connected by more than the stars we wish upon. I can feel your soul thirsting for mine. I hear it leave your lips as we say goodnight. Every word that trickles from your tongue is laced with a promise of tomorrow. And tonight, that is more than enough to send me to sleep.
- jessica Michelle -
And just like that
I was no longer needed
My words, my dreams,
My love meant nothing.
Tossed aside in the open air
Without trying to fix it.
I'm not so damaged that
I'm blinded by your
Judgement in what you see!
Muse I am not, Wanting I am not,
Angel I am not, not for you,
Not anymore...but was I ever?
Or Am I the stranger
You'd rather pretend not
To know, care and love?
You must really hate me
To say nothing,
Not even goodbye.~E.M. Fraser
I will write you a letter. I will run the risk to be intimate with my brokenness. That is why I am asking you to not hurt me more than needed. I am here.
I am descending. I am trying to hold on to what we used to say. I am refusing to let go our sweetest memories. Bring me into the light and let me breathe just this once.
The silence is my blood and hollownes is my heart. You are my every yesterday and today I see you for what you are. I can see you as you are. You thought the grass was greener on the other side but the truth is the grass is only greener where the loveless lover cries non-stop. You left us, I sensed it and I died. Until tomorrow comes I will wait for all yo...
Yes, calm down.
Calm down for the society,
Calm down for people who judge.
This mind couldn't take these fucking words like hold on, don't shriek, don't cry, don't do things for sympathy, don't try to grab attention.
So people listen,
I handled millions and trillions of "opinions" and "pieces of advice".
I met people who judge, I met people who support, I met people who lie, I met people who cry, I met people with panophobia, I met people who are dreadnoughts.
There are some, who just beat around the bush,
There are some, who die for your attention,
There are some who never care about your existence,
There are some, who will always try to save you,
There are some, who always t...
Love is a spontaneous flow, it cannot be achieved by force or purchased.Mine is hundred percent flowing towards you, you can either block it or entertain, decision is totally yours.
The best makeup for me is a big smile ✌️
Smile ever, all will be fine✌️
Misty this letter is 4 u 🖤👈😊
I'm afraid of your judgments.
I'm afraid of what you'll think of me.
So I make subtle adjustments.
I become something you want me to be.
I hide behind mascara and concealer.
I replicate your exaggerated conundrums.
I'm not smart or sexy enough to be a leader.
So I wait for your instructions.
I limit my functions.
I abide by your assumptions.
I work inside your cosy dungeon,
only appearing when summoned.
I become artificial.
I become superficial.
I become egotistical.
I become the typical
productive plugged in adolescent
who punitively pretends everything is pleasant.
I live behind a carefully applied screen
because my real face can never be seen.
I act like you and everybody else.
Here I am
examining my disfigured figure in the mirror.
Fondling my fat and fashioning my fingers into a pair of veiny scissors.
Relentlessly poking, prodding, and picking at my face.
Leaving behind a charred, black, scarred, and scabby trace.
Here I am again
furiously patting down my cheeks, begging them to be smaller.
Standing on the nails of my tippy toes, imagining if I was taller.
Folding my ears inwards, forcing them to decrease in size.
Peering and pining for the beauty you say exists in my eyes.
Once again here I stand
withdrawing my stomach so I can edit it into a decent picture.
Holding my breath until the foolish camera flash flickers.
Slapping my overlapping thig...
Do you love my insides?
You know, my parts you can't see?
The parts that constructively divide
all the places you can't be.
Do you love my internals?
You know, my unexploited crevices?
The crevices that secrete pools of purple
Due to all the prescribed sedatives.
Do you love my fleshy, raw fillings?
You know, my boring and bloody chunks?
The chunks that are only subjected to kissing
if the fiendish fool is stone cold drunk.
It's my exterior that attracts you,
but it's my interior that made this possible.
When my insecurities inadvertently attack you,
don't be so swift to class me as irresponsible.
I need to know and to understand,
that you truly love me for who I am.
Even the par...
I am grateful for all the pain
I have received.
I am grateful for all the people that nursed and nurtured me
in my time of need.
I am grateful for all the tears
I have leaked.
In order to grow,
I needed to bleed.
Do you remember the last time our souls met? I don't mean your skin on mine; naked bodies dancing under the moonlight. I'm talking the very pit of your being meeting mine with nothing but darkness to guide the conversation. I don't want to hear stories of your frame becoming one with my own. Tell me, when was the last time you felt our souls dance without our bodies ever touching. When everything you are, longed for everything that I am. When was the last time you craved more than the warmth of my body? When was the last time you craved the burning of my soul?
- jessica michelle -
I know I've always been a difficult creature by nature. I feel everything intensely, and most of the time I overreact on things I can't even explain. But believe me when I say that you'll never find another me. You'll never find someone who'll see your scars as beautiful as any maps ever drawn in anyone's body. You won't find anyone who'll look at your flaws is as if they're the best parts of you. Because that's what I'll be for you. I'll still love you even if you can't see past your failures and dark past. I'll embrace you and your fears without any doubts in my heart. I'll love you though you can't seem to love yourself.
I'd smoke 20 a day
if that would keep the demons at bay.
And I'm not even a smoker.
They say, "either you laugh or you cry."
I think that's why I turned into a joker.
I stopped believing.
I stopped dreaming.
I stopped believing.
I stopped being grateful.
And for these reasons alone,
I forfeited my right to sit amongst the angels.
To be honest,
I didn't get the chance to mourn
for you properly.
Life and obligations kept getting in the way.
Whenever I'd start, something would always seem to stop me.
But I still think about you each and everyday.
I miss you.
Thank you God for answering my prayers. I let you know every night that I love him, I never asked for him back but here he is... back with me...
God, why did you allow this to happen? Why is he here?
Father, I don't want to feel this joy and pain. I'm confused with what you want me to do. Have you sent him back to me for me to be happy? Or to punish me?
Father, I feel lost. I love him so much, and I can't see a future without him. However, every time I look at him...
God, every time I look at him, he feels me up with so much love and happiness... but then I remember what happened and my smile turns into a frown. My heart slowly starts to crumble and my eyes tear up. I can never f...
You came in with concrete presumptions.
You'd made up your mind already.
If you were more open and fluid
I could've changed it.
We could've come to a mutual understanding.
We could've survived the crash landing.
But that's only if you'd let me.
"I would like to tell you a secret", I said, as I whispered it to the sky that we share.
"I think I love the idea of those love letters you paint in my mind, that make me feel things that I have yet to feel in this life.
I don't think it is you my heart desires. I do not see how we both can transpire.
You see, life can be cruel at times to the dreamers and those who they leave behind.
I am not capable of this love you scripted on my skin from oceans in between.
I am not in the space that allows such life to make its way into my reality from a dream.
Love isn't just words written in a poem ,while you sit across the oceans in the moon light.
Love also needs the right timing and space to all...
To the girl I once knew,
I tried my best to make you laugh.
I couldn't bear the sight of you being sad.
Even though we had every right to cry.
I tried my best to remind you of all the priceless times we had.
I tried my best to make you smile and giggle.
Even if it was at my expense.
Even if the situation didn't make sense.
I just wanted to make you smile;
even if the smile was little.
Till the end I tried my best to make you happy,
even if it killed me.
I couldn't let us part ways in such a sorrowful state.
I'll take all blame and responsibility
just so you never have to feel guilty.
I tried my best
I tried my