Your favorite poet, Teddy, is back with some more sad poetry to fill some of your time.

Unrequited Love
Her soul is filled with fire,
her eyes fill with storms
as clouds stretch across her mind.
She tries to hide,
but she makes rooms catch on fire,
leaves places in drought,
and others simply stunned.
She's too much for the world,
it'll never handle her.
This doesn't escape her either,
power is held in her hands.
She stores the feeling in her heart.

She finds comfort in the fields,
relates to the wildflowers
for they can't be tamed
nor do they want to be.
She finds beauty in simplicity,
in the ways the trees sway,
in how the moon shines above.
She wished the world could see her like that:
beautiful,
but that dream was unreachable.
Nothing would change their fear,
and she couldn't blame them.
She loved the world,
yet it didn't love her back.

Inspo
I don't even really remember writing this one, so interpret how you wish as usual and if there's any questions I'll be happy to try and answer them.

Trigger warning for the next poem because it mentions death.

Focus
One day,
I'll be as dead as the daisy that bloomed last spring.
I won't be around to love,
(if I even do that anymore)
to hear the pretty birds sing,
(the birds are annoying)
or to watch the world change.
(I'm losing faith that it will.)
It's unfortunate,
(maybe I should welcome it)
yet it reminds the mind,
(I don't want reminders)
that in the grand scheme of things,
your existence is temporary.
(So I've been told.)
Months tick by,
you can't get them back.
Live not in the future
or with the past,
(Easy for you to say.)
but with the radio filling the silence of the present.
(The silence is deafening.)

Inspo
What's going on here, Teddy? Excellent question! It's basically a look inside my brain while I write a poem. Part of me is trying to be positive while another (bigger) part of me is being negative about things. It's almost as if it's two people talking to each other by the end.

Unfixable
I hate things I can't fix.
Broken shards of glass on the floor
represent something more,
how life grabbed my heart,
so I can no longer adore.
The cold nights leave me to wonder,
was that inevitable?
Could I have fixed it?
Maybe before it was too late.

Vines strangle my thoughts.
My brain becomes a little less sunlit,
a little more filled with clouds.

Breathe some life into me,
so that my heart beats in my chest,
so that I can live.
Is that too much to ask?
Make me feel again ,
anything at all would be good,
would be welcome.

No one answers the pleads.
They know not to talk to the broken.
They know not to try to fix the unfixable,
something I wish someone would teach me.

Inspo
I would love to be able to explain this one well, but it's basically just about being sad without anyone around to support you. The feeling that comes with desperation at your very worst.

As always, I hope the poems didn't make you feel too sad. I'm here if you need someone to reach out to.

Love and hugs!
teddy xx