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Yvonne Han May 2023
in the emptiness
of all these lonely nights
i drift slowly to the planet in my heart
and its knock
knock
knocking
still mock
mock
mocking
and stop
stop
stopping
my every line

heels clicking
glasses chinking
the whisper of a forgotten light
flickers on and off
an endless chime

I just let the ringing echo
and in my mind
the sounds of my planet are the only peace I can find
so fluttering heart
un-still and unrefined
crack open and splutter onto the duvet
and let me listen to the sounds of the planet inside
Yvonne Han May 2023
I’ve been snapped out of the void before
Endless relenting overthinking never did me any good
But with ego
I stubbornly persist

On an overground tram
Heading back from a casual birthday party
Casual by default since her mum insisted
On jack in the box games and a caterpillar cake at nineteen

I told her all about the online echo chamber
For my newfound identity
For which she held the same
Did she have these same experiences
These strangers liked to insist?

I will never forget how she so cool told me no
And like a slap in the face I was reminded
Of the futility of my own overthinking.
There didn’t need to be some grand explanation
For my cosmic being in the universe
I just had to exist
I wrote this on a tram in Croydon.
Yvonne Han May 2023
We were two stars dancing in the dust
Afraid of falling in love
But we still learned to fall together
And somehow that was enough
Yvonne Han Nov 2021
I wish you were meaner
Someone more heartless
Someone colder
But you're burning hot all the time
Like a softer star whispering into the crook of my neck
How can I feel so connected
Yet be so clueless about what runs through your head
Thoughts shooting so fast
Everything else must be dust
Floating aimlessly
Until you shine your quiet smile
And melt away the fear stuck in their swallowed breaths
As you did mine
I don't think you'd understand...
Your every breath is starlight upon my lips
unfinished.
Yvonne Han May 2021
I take your lives into my eyes
And twist your realities into mine.
Whatever you believed in that moment
Never was yours.
Whatever you felt
Now drips sickly down a blade of words
I'll tell myself
To make you the villain
So I can sleep at night.
Been thinking a lot about how writing songs about other people and controlling the narrative really warps the perspective on past events in my life. Will probably add more to this later.
Yvonne Han Aug 2020
It’s okay to let go...
something I’ve recently been telling myself a lot
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