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never did i think it was pure tracing
the way i sketch out many faces
between the bridge of a nose
to the dent of a lip
i could draw it all
with my ears and with my hands
deep romanticism; i found myself
projecting my dreams
onto the two people
i saw great love in
and never did i think i was the one wishing
yearning, for something
bigger than my life and larger than me
it was adventure, ambition
recognition
but most of all, i believe, it was appreciation
for another and me
and from another to me
and it was love I've yet to experience
like every other tree in these hills
its planted its roots within me
and whilst the petals form
from my heart
its only where the sun sleeps
and by moon, i suppose
we shall see
i've written over 400 poems, and not many have been about love.
I am under the age of 18, never experienced a true love life outside of silly relationships in elementary school. These past years, I never put much thought into having a significant other.
I know I have many years to find "the one," and I know that theres a better chance of long-term relationships as I get older.
But I now experience a sort of yearning towards my peers who treat love as second nature. Dating and breaking up like they're trying to fit the right puzzle piece in their heart.
Recently, by just stepping back and observing to find just why love is such a predominant thing in our lives- The romanticized parts, and the troubling parts- I find that its bigger than our identities, and for many, having such a free ground to stand on is rejuvenating.
To be able to share yourself to someone, and have someone lean against you in the same way.
That whether I deserve it, there will always be yearning, as it's such a natural human emotion like joy.
Ive always seen myself as someone who enjoyed isolation and being alone, because it was easier to only handle my thoughts.
But I realize perhaps having someone to live your life with, in any relationship, restores the human desire for company.
Sometimes I used to think the concept of living with your significant other would be because we are afraid to be by ourselves, and I believed I could prove something otherwise by not letting myself to enjoy such a thing.
But love being such a fragile thing, but so malleable and yet unbreakable in its many forms, I feel inclined to let myself love and be loved.
That the vulnerability is not only reserved for family, but friends, and more.
That it's okay to speak words Ive yet to say, and to share myself with some other who does the same.
Its the mutual bond I love, the concept of becoming one entity together, instead of two identities simply showing their adoration.
Whether simply childish or a true, mature relationship.
That its not such a bad thing, and that it's okay to love.
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