my-poetries

[my-poetries]

i know that i’ll make it out

from your fire alive,

even if your fire is killing me.

the fire inside me

burns brighter and stronger,

i’ll make it out.

(-h.g.)

[my-poetries]

some days i feel the ghost of our past dancing on my skin.

those are the hard days, the days i barely make it out of bed and the days i wish i could turn back time and stay in the past.

on the easy days i might think of your hazel eyes while i make my tea, the way you looked at me like there wasn’t anything else in the world.

but, now you’re miles away, and all i can do is hope that you feel the same.

that some days are so hard that you wish you could call me up, say that you didn’t mean any of it and that you’re on the way to me.

but other days are so easy that when you’re out on a walk you remember that i always wanted to take pictures of you because you’re a work of art.

(-h.g.)

[my-poetries]

i hate the word almost.

it holds so much potential, yet it’s never enough.

“i almost loved you”

“we were almost a thing”

“he almost survived”

“you almost stayed”

almost is being on the brink of something great, but falling short every time.

(-h.g.)

[my-poetries]

as your lips graze my skin

it was like the world beneath my feet crumbled

soon I was floating on thin air

only thing keeping me from falling was your touch

your fingertips slowly caressing my body

making shivers move down my spine

soft, nearly inaudible moans leave my lips

telling you to keep going

you look me in the eyes

moving the hair from my face

showing me how i should always been treated

making me feel like we were the only people in the world

and i can never thank you enough for that.

(-h.g.)

[my-poetries]

if there is a god,

i know he will not love me.

i, a simple woman,

have done too much evil for him,

to look me in my soul and say;

“child, i forgive you, for all the pain, all the hurt and all the evil you have caused.”

i have come to terms with that.

for i might not be his child,

but i am a strong woman,

who does not need to be forgiven by anyone

other than myself.

(-h.g.)

[my-poetries]

it’s not fair.

i know what your lips taste like,

and how your hands feel on my skin.

it’s not fair.

i can’t kiss you good night,

or hold you when you’re sad.

it’s not fair.

we sleep under the same moon,

but it feels like we’re light years apart.

it’s not fair.

that i love you till my bones ache,

and my heart breaks.

it’s just not fair...

(-h.g.)

[my-poetries]

in another life you chose me and i chose you too. and we were made for each other. in this life i chose you but you didn’t choose me

(-h.g.)

[my-poetries]

the taste of your kiss lingers on my lips.

before it would be a sweet reminder of our love.

now it just tastes like regrets and broken hearts.

(-h.g.)

[my-poetries]

heartless.

beast.

devil woman.

are what i hear whenever i see you looking at me.

you thought i was evil for leaving you.

your love became too heavy for me to carry.

so i chose to save myself.

and i’m not sorry.

(-h.g.)

[my-poetries]

i lay in bed,

thinking of you.

wondering,

if you got a kick

out of lying straight

to my face.

or if you did it just

for the

sake of it.

(-h.g.)

[my-poetries]

he lets out a shy chuckle while gently brushing the hair away from my face.

“i always wonder how you do it.” he wonders out loud.

i look at him confused and ask “what do you mean?”

“how do you live so recklessly, it’s mesmerizing.” he says softly, almost scared he’ll offend me.

“my sweet love, the trick is not caring if you live or die.” i say with a grim smile on my face.

(-h.g.)

[my-poetries]

as my fingers graze your skin, i think of him.

if he’s in bed with someone else like me.

if when his new lover kisses him, he remembers my kiss.

if he misses the way my soft hands feel on his face.

(-h.g.)

[my-poetries]

as she entered this new chapter,

she saw her world change colors.

from black and white, to the color of rage, passion and power.

(-h.g.)

[my-poetries]

every time love comes around

i find myself giving more

than i’m receiving.

so next time love comes around,

i’m not giving more

than scraps.

leftovers and crumbs of

what could’ve been

(-h.g.)

[my-poetries]

if you don’t have

good intentions,

leave me alone.

i’m sick of this.

(-h.g.)

[my-poetries]

you showed me

that my heart could

feel more than pain.

that my heart could

love again.

(-h.g.)

[my-poetries]

i take one look at us,

and all i see is

heartbreak.

(-h.g.)