#girl poems

[bardotcherry]

My father never stepped in ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

When his wife would rage at me

So I ended up awkward but sweet

Wildflower Wildfire by Lana Del Rey

[midnightswithaurora]

they say souls don’t meet by accident, and I believe them, because you arrived like a whisper I’d been waiting to hear, like a page out of a book I hadn’t read yet—but somehow already loved. <3

[augustweathermusings]

girlies attaching sentimental value to objects because it feels safer to do so rather than with a person but then personalizing that object to the point that if they lose it, a newer version of it could never take its place. (it's just love all over again)

[themasterofalchemy]

There's blood either way

There's words I would take back There's times I should have said more

I've left blood on many a'track I've collapsed from loss on distant shores

A gory walking contradiction Victim inside villain Crying at my crucifixion Relieved to be rid of this prison

Of words that drew gashes with no gauntlet thrown down Of words lodged in my throat I could never choke out

Their blood on the track or I drowning on the shore Bruised and bloody, always sorry and utterly unsure

There's blood either way

[wordedarchive]

Congrats. You succeeded

in cracking me open.

Tears flowing like midnight

rain though sometimes,

it's the soul that cries and

no tear escapes the eye.

Lips stained red,

Dressed in all white

Hands, the colour of earth

The ugly version of a better half.

Time sneaks into a bottomless pit

Allowing you to mold me to your want

A dead bride made to fit,

Society's every wish or demand.

No memory of the past.

A hollow building polished to shine

Lost in a spectacle so vast,

Who am I if not your wife?

Staggering, you enter the room.

Razor sharp gaze and words of

venom disguised as grace

Snatched seconds awaiting doom.

You slam my head

so hard against the

wall and I politely say:

please do it again.

[baandithoe]

Pierrot

Envueltos en humo,

dos siluetas perdidas en la oscuridad.

La mente ligera y la mirada perdida

mientras escondida te observaba bailar.

Y le pedía a las estrellas

que la noche durara un poco más

porque en el frío de la mañana

te desvanecerías

y luego no te vería nunca más.

Hay noches que sueño

que mis labios te vuelves a besar,

y escucho el eco de todos los secretos

que jamás te pude llegar a contar.

Los recuerdos que me atormentaban,

ahora los abrazo con el amor

que no te pude dar, y mi único dolor

es saber que en mí no habrás vuelto a pensar.

Y yo te veo en todas partes,

en la brisa de la noche,

en el rojo de mi sangre,

en cada una de las estrellas

que todavía me iluminan

con la misma fuerza

que cuando nos solíamos encontrar.

Es tan cruel como me dejas sin nada,

y como he aprendido a disfrutar

de ser este payaso triste

que le canta otra noche a la luna

con la esperanza de que algún día

decidas regresar.

[braindeadpoet20]

I miss you…

Your heart no longer beats but I can still feel it.

Breath no longer leaves your lungs but I can hear it.

You can no longer make sound but I can still hear your laughter and listen to your sweet voice.

You can no longer move your arms but I can feel them wrap around me.

Your legs can no longer take you away where but I can feel you waking with me.

Your soul is no longer on this earth but I can feel your presence as though you’re here with me.

You can no longer express your love for me but I promise that I will feel it everlasting.

And if I should see you again, then I will tell you of all the things that I missed about you…

For you were the one I loved the most…

[idontevenlistentomitski]

Why can speaking with my mom never not be an act of violence

[tiredlakes]

i see you through your persevering eyes,

a different kind of blood but our heartbeat’s entwined;

my braided hair, your dirtied fur,

your piercing gaze, you starving fox,

a slaughtered dove right at my feet,

i think you’re ought to speak to me,

even if you turn out to be ridden with fleas,

the heart inside of you beats and beats,

i know you’re yearning for more

and i think you just need love, like me

i could name you if you’re nameless,

i will feed you if you let me,

we both eat at the same rot

and i see life behind your eyes

@softsummerain444

[prettygal-posting]

nice deadlift bro, he let me hit because i said he was pretty

[bardotcherry]

i wish i could reach into his mind and pick out what is holding him back from wanting me the same way i want him.

[midnightswithaurora]

she’s a little too obsessed with sad playlists, lip gloss, and the people who’ll never love her back.

that kind of girl who rewatches the same heartbreak scene just to feel something. who rewinds voice notes to hear the silence between the words. who wears her gloss like armor and her sadness like perfume.

she says she’s fine. she posts pretty things. she listens to songs that hurt in the best way.

she knows they’ll never love her back.

she loves anyway. <3

[augustweathermusings]

I have taken you out of my heart,

Our love still sits there; barefoot and beaten.

How do I ask it to leave its homeland?

-sam (@ august._weather on ig)

[themasterofalchemy]

Sister, friend, writer

I don't do much right But I was a good sister tonight And lord if if that is all I'm meant to do on this earth Then I did something right

I made my brother smile and he said, "I didn't think I'd be able to do that again" To capture that feeling in a bottle, shimmering joy of making a difference

I really don't do much right But I stand with friends in their frights And lord if that is all I'm meant to do on this earth Then I did something right

I held my friend's hand through tears and let her cry until she couldn't Held her and said no matter what happens I'll be with her through it

I... don't do much right But I feel like me when I write And lord if that is all I'm meant to do on this earth Then I did something right

In writing I can make space for myself and feel more light I can see the good—I can see I do some things right

[veeswift]

it hits different, it's more painful and real

[evansisasadist]

I'm 7 years old and I'm crying because my tights aren't right

My mum says their right

But their not right

They don't feel right

She says theres nothing she can do because they look right

But they don't feel right

Am I right?