BunnBunn

A collection of poems pulled from my heart and written by my soul, filled with love, healing, heartbreak, melancholy, and nostalgia. They’re pieces I’ve guarded closely but feel it’s time to share them and release the burden they’ve put on me. Now there are some pieces that do not fully relate to me or at all but are there for representation and to bring awareness. Others are just short descriptive pieces to lighten the mood. Thank you for taking the time to read my work and I would love and appreciate it if you could leave a review.

Bunny’s collection of poems

I miss the girl who could stop thinking about you 


The girl who didn't set aside time to get to know you 


Because now whenever you're around I'm always tempted the devil on my shoulder is egging me to taste you one more time


To remember your touch that I buried deep within my mind 


The feeling that never quite left my body 


I miss the girl I used to be before we had sex 


Because no matter what there will always be that spark between us waiting for the perfect time to ignite 


I try to forget you but it's like the more I try to remove you from my archive of memories the more you start to appear 


like black and white movie clips they give a sense of melancholic nostalgia 


It's as if my mind is telling me not to forget 


To not forget the love we shared and the time we spent together 


Maybe a little piece of me yearns for you


The naive girl you used to know died after we split 


Instead I tread on the border of head over heels and caution 


The doubt I'll always harbor is my life jacket just in case I slip into the chaotic flow of love 


I miss the girl that didn't know what love was but even so I'm happy she's gone


The bittersweet taste love leaves is something I'll always crave but never want to seek out


I wish we could've worked out just to see what path would've been paved before us 


But that's like changing the chapters in a published book as if no one turned those ink stained pages and dissected the words written in a tongue we created 


It's a childish thought but none the less a reoccurring one 


But now I just wish for my friend back 


The person I could tell everything to without fear of being judged 


But the question I have to ask myself is if we become close again will I be able to resist temptation 


Will I stay on the line or will I try to dive to the depths once again falling madly in love with you 


I'm scared as to what my answer would be 


And that's why I miss the girl I used to be 


The girl who couldn't explain the feeling because she had never felt it 


Has had her heart stomped on and set aflame 


Been in so much pain that some days leaving her bed felt like climbing a mountain with her hands tied her back 


The girl that stands before you today who's experienced that sickly bittersweet feeling is scared to keep loving and letting others hold her delicate heart


Yet she finds it in her to keep loving and try trusting


The act of loving with everything you've got is a courageous thing that isn't for the half hearted but for those with conviction to never stop loving their special person


To be understanding of them, their past, and the things surrounding them


To come with an open mind to face every obstacle together as a team


That is the kind of love the girl I used to be wished for


The kind of love I have yet to fully receive


Now I no longer miss the girl I used to be


Instead I pray the girl I am now finds peace 


THE GIRL I USED TO BE.