Poetry by Juni
cherry blossom
I thought I was alone
here in my grave.
the grave i watched you dig,
where i drown in my tears.
But there is another broken heart
and she is in this grave, too.
I do not know who put her here.
She holds my hand
and strokes my hair
while her own heart crumbles away.
But there is something beautiful
about her tears
they are sad
yet something else.
I ask her what to do
because I do not want to feel like this
She looks me in the eyes and says
"grow from it"
And so we hold eachother
til our broken hearts
share their broken pieces
and our tears join
to water the earth.
and at her feet,
a cherry blossom tree begins to grow.
I thought I was alone
here in my grave.
the grave i watched you dig,
where i drown in my tears.
But there is another broken heart
and she is in this grave, too.
I do not know who put her here.
She holds my hand
and strokes my hair
while her own heart crumbles away.
But there is something beautiful
about her tears
they are sad
yet something else.
I ask her what to do
because I do not want to feel like this
She looks me in the eyes and says
"grow from it"
And so we hold eachother
til our broken hearts
share their broken pieces
and our tears join
to water the earth.
and at her feet,
a cherry blossom tree begins to grow.
Poetry by Juni
air mattress
if i had to describe
my broken heart
to your simple mind,
I would say it's like
sleeping on an air mattress.
you will fall asleep
at the start of the night
on a full, sturdy surface
yet when you wake up
you'll find yourself practically
on the floor.
You will not understand
why the mattress lost all its air,
all of its progress
And so you search
and patch
every damn hole
and pray the mattress will be able
to handle your weight
as it tears with every movement.
And you will wake up once more
only to find
three more holes on the mattress
you thought you fixed.
if i had to describe
my broken heart
to your simple mind,
I would say it's like
sleeping on an air mattress.
you will fall asleep
at the start of the night
on a full, sturdy surface
yet when you wake up
you'll find yourself practically
on the floor.
You will not understand
why the mattress lost all its air,
all of its progress
And so you search
and patch
every damn hole
and pray the mattress will be able
to handle your weight
as it tears with every movement.
And you will wake up once more
only to find
three more holes on the mattress
you thought you fixed.
Poetry by Juni
wishes
the stars know your nickname
and there are lashes in the wind
that whisper it .
the ashes of candles
still dance to the syllables
of your name,
and every lucky penny
has seen my hopeful face.
But something changed today
because as I looked
for the first star
my first thought was to wish
that I could forget you
rather than to get you back.
the stars know your nickname
and there are lashes in the wind
that whisper it .
the ashes of candles
still dance to the syllables
of your name,
and every lucky penny
has seen my hopeful face.
But something changed today
because as I looked
for the first star
my first thought was to wish
that I could forget you
rather than to get you back.
Poetry by Juni
Chapter 3: Healing
untie
You took my emotions, thoughts, and feelings,
and twisted them up like yarn
until there were more knots
then I can count.
And here I sit
5 months later
caught in the loops of my sorrow
trying to untangle your mess
But now as I work my fingers
and try and try
I feel the first knot come undone
and then another,
and another.
And so I begin to untie,
each knot a memory
until I am halfway free.
It is not much,
but I have room to breathe.
You took my emotions, thoughts, and feelings,
and twisted them up like yarn
until there were more knots
then I can count.
And here I sit
5 months later
caught in the loops of my sorrow
trying to untangle your mess
But now as I work my fingers
and try and try
I feel the first knot come undone
and then another,
and another.
And so I begin to untie,
each knot a memory
until I am halfway free.
It is not much,
but I have room to breathe.
Poetry by Juni
Not only do I love the poems, and their meanings, I love even more that you were able to make these based off of actual things that happened to you. When I read your backstory, I don't know what I was.going to expect. But it was not this. You took every aspect of that story, of the guy that hurt you so much, and turned into this. While what you had to go through is definitely not ok, what's so amazingly it is that you didn't let it get to you, instead, you turned it into something beautiful. I know.writing some of these may not have easy, because those memories might trigger anxiety, or perhaps even just make you uncomfortable, but I'm proud of you for pushing through it. These poems truly are amazing, I enjoyed reading them very much.