Poets Of Twitter - Tumblr Posts
✨ Stare ✨ You looked at me As if you could see Infinity through my irises Waiting to be explored Special and sacred And with one glance ---the right glance--- I knew you would destroy me Infinity exploding into fireworks As feelings I should bury Became too much And I ignited under your touch. What you didn’t know though Was that it wasn’t as pretty as it looked Infinity that is, there was insanity inside Tucked behind the maze of unknowns Anxiety I hid behind makeup too thick And lies told through bleeding lips. That is...until you Dared to look into my eyes And see the broken shards of Moonlight beneath black eyeliner And glitter playing light tricks. Stare.
Tenebrous
AN: I’ve always wanted to write a poem with the word tenebrous woven throughout and I’m so glad that it finally came to me after a year or searching for the right words. 💜 Also, I accept poetry requests or commissions, just send it along in my ASK box. :D
~ ~ ~
You are tenebrous in the way you hold me Hands cradling my body like I’m the owner of a broken wing. The words you whisper in my ear jagged, pinching off In a wince as you push me away, and I’m left standing Alone searching for you in the chamber of my mind. You are tenebrous in the way you kiss me Gently at first and then with more force Like your trying to take my oxygen and heal Yourself, but I’m tired so tired of being your Emotional outlet, but I’ll keep panting in hopes It soothes the crease between your brows And keeps you happy when we’re together. You are tenebrous in the way you talk to me Some days it feels like those three little words I’ve waited to hear for so long are right there doing A balancing act on your tongue, but right before they fall, You jerk them back and move on to something you didn’t Mean to say at all leaving me aching and hungry to hear it Just hear it once. You are tenebrous as the nightmares that haunt me In which you don’t exist and the world without you Is a pained grief-stricken cry, the sunlight snuffed out As I’m caught in the never ending night wondering if love Is alive in you—capable of growing in you—or if it was just Some feverish dream that I dreamt when I was sick and had A fever of 102.
You are tenebrous and I realize now that I never once Had you, and that you never once loved me because you aren’t Capable of love—not yet that is—because you are a spring Shriveled by the cold winter’s breeze, the love you once housed No longer warming your fingers as they brush the tears from my cheek. You are tenebrous, Hard to understand, Vague, obscure, and Drenched in the shadows Of the past that riddles you With scars and stains your skin With an inky blue mark reminding me That our love was only ever tenebrous.