dandelions

dandelions

NJ

13 years old

Posts

  • Delicate

    I am delicate,

    not fragile,

    please handle me as such.

     

    I was crafted,

    perfected,

    but I will crumble under your touch.

     

    I am easy to break

    because I am not meant to be broken,

  • Wanted

    I wonder if I can't get over you

    Because I can't get over being wanted

     

    There was something special about being wanted

    Knowing you'd talk for hours about me

    And go out of your way to see

  • Reality

    I hold my breath 

    Until we are free 

    Free 

    To simply 

    Be. 

    And I watch myself suffocate

    Forgive me. 

    I forgot what is of our reality 

  • Dead and Alive

    I am convinced that me being alive is to also die at the exact same time

    I watch the girl in the mirror decaying 

    She's replaying every word she's heard 

    The world saying 

    About her eyes

    Her Lips

  • To Dance

    To dance is to soar

    To feel what it's like for the birds 

    To be free in the air

    If only for seconds,

    Because in your mind, it will last a lifetime 

     

    To dance is to be electric

Loves

  • Finding Myself

    I found myself in the things I love

    In the music I listen to

    In the books I read

    In the posters on my walls 

    I found myself 

    In my favorite drink

    In going to the beach

    In writing poetry 

  • I made tea

    I made tea this morning.

    I put the leaves in, watching the steam dance with childlike wonder.

    I returned to my laptop, staring at a half finished chapter, the bags under my eyes more apparent than ever.

  • We will learn

    Teenage love is different from adult love,

    we love hard,

    raw.

     

    We love with the hopes that we will find the one,

    innocent to the ways that the 'one' will change over and over again,

  • Giddy

    Giddy is the exhilaration

    Thinking about you

    Getting excited

    For what, I don't know

    Counting down the days until I can see you again

    (Summer is hard)

    Reading love stories

    Listening to love songs

  • Poetry

    By Bee.Lover

    Radio silence

    I'm opening my phone

    To nothing 

    No messages, no emails, no missed calls,

    All I'm getting is radio silence 

     

    The sinking feeling in my heart returned

    The one where you know something is wrong