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Am I Allowed To Love?

My lips drip with honey

My lungs pour out summer wind

My heart gushes with tenderness

My tongue has a thousand songs

sat right there on the tip

They will never be sung

I am overflowing, over saturated with love

Is it selfish that I will never give it away?

Am I a monstrous thing to keep it?

I hope someday I will no longer cage my love like a bird with a broken wing

Until then it will sit

I will compress it in my body

Box it away to be covered in dust

Like I have all my childhood toys

-M.B

#original poem #poets of tumblr #poetry #sad poem #sad poetry #love poem #I wish I could tell you I love you #you deserve to hear it

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Cars

I miss you in the back seats of cars

Driving past all the trees

Your voice enters my head

And I’m seven years old again

Singing along to cheesy songs

Grinning with my gapped teeth

Holdin your hand

When the world was lighter

When god was kinder

-M.B

#original poem #poets of tumblr #poetry #for my father #I guess this is a love poem #in some form #love poem

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Someday

Someday I will be happy

With this lot I’ve been given

Someday I’ll be glad

For all the hate I’ve forgiven

Someday I will smile again

When I think about you

Someday, someday

I will be brand new

But today I am not smiling

Today I am not brand new

Today I am bruised

I am burned and cracked open and used

Today there is a hole in my chest

Where my beating, bleeding heart should be

Tucked under my breast

Today is not someday

Maybe tomorrow I will be better

Maybe tomorrow my skin will clear and my stomach will unturn

Tomorrow might be warm

Tomorrow I might know joy

But tomorrow is not today

And tomorrow is not someday

-M.B

#original poem #poets of tumblr #poetry #sad poem #sad poetry #international poetry day #today and tomorrow #like the sun and moon #can never touch #but only orbit each other

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I remember

I remember wooden pews

Hymns

I remember wafers

Wine

I remember God loves

Unconditionally

I also remember sickness

I remember starvation

I remember watching my father waste away

I remember praying

I do not remember god answering

So do not talk to me about god

An all knowing all powerful being

If he is all knowing and all powerful

If he is the creator and master of the universe

Then he too saw my gentle father wasting away

And turned a blind eye

No benevolent being turns his cheek to suffering

God does not love me

Love does not allow pain to fester

-M.B

#original poem #poets of tumblr #poetry #sad poem #sad poetry #catholic guilt #god has forsaken me #and I will never forgive him for it #if god fufills then why am I still starving

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I Wish

I wish I were a starving wolf

Carving out flesh with my teeth

I wish I could fuel my hunger through violence

And not be remorseful

Because I was simply filling my stomach

I wish I were a roaring wave

Drowning ships in my wake

Pulling buildings into my keep

Destroying cities with my dying screams

And not feel sorrowful

Because I was simply following my nature

I wish I was anything but a woman

Carrying keys between my knuckles

Guarding my heart with cloth upon cloth

Hoping that polyester and cotton will keep the demons at bay

Knowing that one day it won’t

Knowing that when violence comes

I won’t be the one causing it

Knowing that when I scream it won’t be in triumph

-M.B

#original poem #poets of tumblr #poetry #sad poem #sad poetry #feminism #womanhood #may be triggering #take my heart into your hands #and tell me if it trembles

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Safe

If I hold you too closely you might break

If I keep you too far I will be the one breaking

So what distance should I keep you at

To keep you safe

To keep you whole

Is it me?

Am I the one breaking

You

Or are you the one breaking

Me

Every time you turn your back

I am 6 years old again

And you are walking away

-M.B.

#original poem #poets of tumblr #poetry #sad poem #sad poetry #father and daughter #can you tell me when I lit the match #the match that burned us to ash

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Mine and Yours

Darling, if your skin is made of glass

I will shred my hands pressing warmth into you

Love, if you can’t breathe

Pull from my lips the essence of life

And if you can not see

Look through my eyes and understand your beauty

-M.B.

#original poem #poets of tumblr #poetry #love poem #melanchaholic #I will love you like the moon loves the sun #distantly and quietly

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Joy

The grasp of joy is not something I have know

Her hands are unfamiliar to me

Like a hand-me down shirt

Once worn by someone else

Broken in but unused

It is ill fitting on me

-M.B.

#original poem #poets of tumblr #poetry #sad poem #sad poetry #joy #happiness illudes me #just like you do

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Threads

I am not safe. I am hanging by a thread, and I will continue to hang by that thread until it snaps my neck.

-M.B.

#original poem #poets of tumblr #poetry #sad poem #sad poetry #threads

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I love you.

I would shout it from the rooftops. I love you. I love you. I love you. But loving you hurts me. And it’s not supposed to hurt. So I will keep my love inside my chest. I will force it down until it is compressed into a ball of hatred. I will be forcing it down forever.

-M.B.

#original poem #poets of tumblr #sad poetry #love poem #is this kafkaesque enough? #i love you

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Tonight

Tonight I am angry

Tonight I feel my mother’s anger

And her mother’s anger before her

Tonight I scream at the moon

With sounds too jagged for my soft lungs

With pain too big for my small heart

Tonight I will rip open my chest

And expose that under my soft exterior

I am softer still

Tonight I will show them that I too

Bleed the same

Tonight the stars will see my flame

And burn with me

Tonight God will hear my cries

My cries

And he will cry with me

Tonight it rains

-M.B.

#original poem #roe v wade #womens rights #poetry #poets of tumblr

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there is something so darkly comical about tumblr potentially outliving twitter

tumblr, which is held together with duct tape and madness, run by three raccoons in blood stained Yahoo! hats and a handful of crabs, its only discernible source of income the sale of shoelaces from an inside joke so inside no one knows the original source anymore and fake blue checkmarks... that website still lives on

truly the cockroach of social media and I love it for that

#tumblr my beloved #twitter #death to twitter

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I live in the margins. Spaces in between words. Bat-like in my quiet hanging. Cavernous darkness beckons me home. The night hours embrace me. But what they don’t tell you about being nocturnal is that 9 o’clock thoughts are just thoughts. Viscous in their drowning out of light.

#original poem #poets of tumblr #sad poem #sad poetry #if I told you my darling that I couldn’t breathe #would you still seek my lips to pull from

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I have lived my life in “what ifs”. what if I’d held her closer? what if I’d fought harder? what if I’d seen that damn text? what if I’d started screaming sooner? I no longer know how to live in the present.

#what if #poetry #sad poem #original poem #poets of tumblr

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Honestly fuck everyone who pressured Kit Connor into coming out. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU. I’m so enraged. This was none of your business. The idea that you are entitled to someone’s personal business, especially something like their sexuality is atrocious. I will never forgive anyone who feels they need to know someone’s sexuality before they are ready to tell it. If you feel that way absolutely fucking block me. I am sick to my stomach.

#Kit Connor deserves better #this is absolute bullshit #no one deserves to be outed like this #kit connor #heartstopper #heartstopper cast #lgbtqia #lgbtq pride #bisexual pride

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i wish everyone who made kit connor feel he had to come out a very merry FUCK YOU. you forced an eighteen year old into coming out publicly, before he was ready, when he stated many many times he wanted to keep it private. how many more times does this shit have to fucking happen before some of you fucking clock that YOU CANNOT QUEERBAIT IN REAL LIFE. this is the natural end to the discourse of ‘if somebody is in the public eye playing a queer person they owe us their sexuality’, and it’s DEEPLY FUCKED UP, they do NOT owe you an answer, and this mindset JUST FORCED AN EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD TO OUT HIMSELF BEFORE HE WAS READY TO

#kit connor #congrats on forcing an 18 year old to out themselves on the internet #i hate people #this is disgusting behavior #heartstopper cast

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would I still be mentally ill if I were a worm?

#worm #would you still love me if i was a worm #pls help #it’s the mental illness innit