Friday Poetry: "Lifeline"

Hi all! I'm sorry I wasn't able to post yesterday. To be honest, there's really no reason - mostly just that I was having a bit of a terrible day and I didn't want to project bad vibes or anything. :P But anyway, I'm alright now and am getting ready for something incredibly exciting that I'll need your help with - that will probably be announced next week, so keep your eyes peeled for it! :D

I had two poems ready for this week's Friday Poetry and I wasn't sure which one to use, but in the end I decided on this, mostly because the other one was just a bit too personal. As it happens, this poem is entirely fictional. I've really gotten into the whole cobbling-together-a-collection-of-thoughts style of poetry - first featured in the untitled poem from last week - so here's another one of those! I'm not really sure whether I love it... this one is quite vague, for lack of a better word, and the relationship between these two people is largely left up to the reader's interpretation. I'm interested in hearing what you guys think. :)

Oh, and one more thing - the ever-lovely Ana has requested a post of poetry tips, so that may or may not be a replacement for next week's Friday Poetry. I'm trying to find a place to fit it into the posting schedule, so hopefully I'll be able to figure that out, but just wanted to give you guys a heads up in case I can't!

Have an absolutely wonderful weekend, everyone. xx

love, Topaz



he is a jumble of paradoxes: sleek hard sharp sharp edges angles jutting out, and of course hitting you because you of all people are fool enough to stand in his way.


you’re afraid of tomorrow and he can’t seem to escape from yesterday, so your jagged edges fit together in a way that you don’t quite understand.


he acts like stone but shatters like glass and you fall hard for him because you see shards of a broken heart in his eyes and it reminds you too much of yourself.


despite everything, he feels right: and his world is falling from his grasp so he latches onto you because even though he knows you’re drowning too, he thinks maybe you’re the one who will throw him the lifeline.


on the bad days, the sky’s edges crumble and he is the only word you can say without screaming, and all of this was a mistake, but if it means you almost forget how it feels to have every single breath be a knife in your chest, then it’s the best mistake you’ve ever made.


you count your scars when you think no one is looking, but he asks you later why you would want to fix what isn’t broken, and you don’t say anything because you are terrified that he genuinely does not know.


(and you are terrified because you could ask him the same question)


there are so many words you want to say to him, but they catch in your throat so you settle for I love you instead, because no matter how many times you tell him, it seems like he never truly hears it.