apoemaday:

“I hide myself within my flower…”

by Emily Dickinson

I hide myself within my flower,
That fading from your Vase —
You — unsuspecting — feel for me —
Almost — a loneliness —

I have such bad thoughts

But they’re just thoughts, right?

If I don’t act on them, am I okay?

But I fixate

And can’t think straight

My life is good

But I’m not satisfied

Is that okay?

I just wish you wanted what I want, too

You are everything

And I feel like nothing

I’m starved for you attention

In the worst of all possible ways

Why can’t you see me?

I don’t want to tell you

But I wish you did know

It’s not the same

If I have to tell you

It’s not the same

I’m sorry you’re gone

I’m angry you’re gone

Why are you gone

apoemaday:

You Are Tired (I Think)

by E.E. Cummings

You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away  —
(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and  —
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart  —
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I’ll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.

poeticsofdeath:

“I feel like a dead blue sea – can’t feel any more.”

— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Ethel Smyth c. January 1935 

I am so sad I can’t bear it

I am so alone I can’t share it