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Jan 2018 · 129
everywhere
vanessa Jan 2018
I've written twenty poems about you
and this is twenty one
I've written so many words about you that I'm not sure you'll ever read
But school starts next week
I'll walk by our spots on my way to English
Wondering if you've walked by them too and thought about me at all
I'll turn my head on my way out of math praying you turn the corner by the lunch tables
When I leave speech and I walk past the bench by the science building my throat will close up
I won't be able to breath
I'll feel like I can't walk fast enough to my car
Because all I'll seem to remember is just how long I would wait for you to get there
I used to wait at least an hour for you
Even though I always told you I only waited twenty minutes
I've written twenty poems about you or so
And this is twenty one



Everywhere I look, you'll be there
When I come home after a long day
My bed will remind me you never really left
I fall asleep clutching the stuffed animal in my room you used to use as a pillow when you'd come over
Reminders of you will be everywhere
In my bed, at school, around my neck, and in my dreams
Right before I pray for you to get home safe



(v.m)
Jan 2018 · 260
Untitled
vanessa Jan 2018
I remember the night we laid in my bed and you put your hands together and started to whisper I remember not knowing what you were doing or why you were doing it
And then I realized you were praying
For what I don’t know
I have no clue
I can only I hope I was somewhere in that prayer
I can only hope you see me in your future

I can only hope you’ve been thinking of me
I can only hope you still read my poems
I can only hope you see how hard I’m fighting
I can only hope you see I’m not giving up
I can only hope in the end
You’ll be back

(v.m)
Jan 2018 · 99
Wishing well
vanessa Jan 2018
I don’t know if you miss me
But holy **** I miss you
Holy **** do I miss hearing your stereo laughter
Holy **** do I miss that look in your eyes when you’d stare at me
Holy **** I always feel like I can’t breath now
I guess that’s my anxiety telling me you must really mean something
Did you know by next week it’ll be a month since we’ve spoken?
That’s what you wanted right?
You wanted a month.
And Jesus ******* Christ I pray for you every night even though we haven’t talked
I hope you at least talk to me by your birthday
If you don’t then Happy Birthday, I’ll still love you when March comes
I’ll still wish you well even if you don’t remember me in 2 more months from now
Which is exactly how much time you asked for.
Will you be back in two more months?
Counting somehow makes it easier to deal with
Because I keep wishing you’ll be back like you said you would
Its 2 am again holy **** I’m crying a river again


(v.m)
Jan 2018 · 152
Always
vanessa Jan 2018
I always wonder if you talk to anyone else at 1 am now
Now that it’s not me
I always wonder how your day was
Now that you don’t know if you want me
I always wonder how your doing and if your okay
I always wonder if your drunk or high and if you got home safe
I always wonder what you think of now when you go on late night drives
I always wonder if you past by our spots and think of us
I always wonder if you’ve been writing
Did you ever finish that poem?
I’ll probably never get to read it
I hope you saw beauty in small things too
I always wonder if you miss me at all
Or do you work long hours so you don’t have to think about leaving
Has your family situation got any better?
I’m still a shoulder to lend a listen when your ready to love me again
I know you’ll figure it out, you’re brave that way.
And wow, do you have dreams.
Dreams I believe in
Dreams I know you’ll reach
I know your selfish but I’m selfless
And I love you anyway what can I say
I always wonder when you’ll come back
Because I’ll be right here.
Right here waiting.
No matter how long it takes.


(v.m)
Jan 2018 · 116
Panic attacks = love
vanessa Jan 2018
I had a panic attack at 2 am last night
And my hands went numb
And my chest burned
And my eyes watered
I needed you to hold me, I needed you to be there
And my bed was empty
And my heart was full
I missed you
I had a panic attack at 2 am last night
I love you
I hope you come back
I promise I know what being saved feels like
I promise I’ll always love you
(v.m)
Jan 2018 · 106
Untitled
vanessa Jan 2018
my friend says boys who break the curse are important
and right now it's 12;48 and i can't breath again
I'm crying again and no ones picking up
I'm in an empty house and no ones here to hold me
it's 12:50 and I'm alone
(v.m)
Jan 2018 · 132
Number fifteen
vanessa Jan 2018
It feels like I’ve written about you for the fifteenth billion time
Even though this is only the fifteenth poem
And strangely I have a feeling I’ll remember this
Because the fifteenth was the day of our last date, until we meet again
I can only wish I had kissed and hugged you fifteen times that night
I can only wish I could go back and tell you I love you fifteen times in a row
(v.m)
Jan 2018 · 153
Somehow
vanessa Jan 2018
Did you know I haven’t cried this much since the last time I loved someone
My lungs haven’t burned this bad since I was thirteen
I guess that’s what I get for always fighting-
Both my friends can see it in me
I was flattered when my friend said “your in love with him you’re just too scared to admit it to yourself...but I see it”
And wow that hit me like a truck
And then just last week my other friend said it too.
And I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath all over again.
This feels like falling in love
Too bad you aren’t here
I don’t even know if you want part in this anymore
But neither did my first love
And I still gave it my all
I’m still giving you my all.
I’ve always been the type of girl that is pushed so far away and still waits
But that’s because I see potential
That’s because my heart is so full
That’s because I believe in fairytales
Even though my mother never loved my father
I still somehow believe in love
I still somehow believe in you


(v.m)
vanessa Jan 2018
It’s a new day and I still love you
You used to slightly grasp my chin as you were about to kiss me
I miss the way you used to look at me
Like you were asleep but fully awake all at the same time
I miss the divot in your shoulder my favorite part of you...and I miss laying beside you in my bed
I remember how you used to say how comfy my bed was, that you could just fall asleep so peacefully
I remember your laugh, I can still hear it when I close my eyes
I remember when we were innocent and made pizza in my kitchen.
The world was ours that night,
Like our own slice of happy
Like playing house for the night
I remember as we sat in the kitchen at 9 or 11 we just stared into each others eyes....getting lost without even moving
I remember you telling me your dreams....some of them....even though you like to say i never knew you
I think I understood you
But I think your dreams were light
I think that you’ll achieve whatever you set your mind too
I think that’s the beauty of falling in love with you
You gave me something to believe in, even if it was just you. You made me see it in me too.

— it’s a new day and I still love you


(v.m)
Jan 2018 · 145
Hope
vanessa Jan 2018
Ive been writing about you
And each time I do it feels like I get closer to going insane
I think that’s what Love feels like
Like when you come home at 3 am strung out on breaths and pulls from that special someone,
Missing you hasn’t been easy but I’m trying
I’m still not giving up, happy new year


(v.m)
Dec 2017 · 172
Breathless
vanessa Dec 2017
I remember glancing over at you and seeing you staring at me
You’re eyes were full and glazed over
Like you were high
But we were sober
And then you kissed me
And it was one of those kisses
Do you know what I mean?
The kind of kiss that knocks the wind out of you
The kind of kiss that makes you forget what your name is for a second
The kind of kiss that—takes your breath away
Kind of like people do
At least you said I did, the day we first met.


(v.m)
Dec 2017 · 163
Untitled
vanessa Dec 2017
Remember that song you told me reminded you of me?
It was about magic
I wonder if that’s what you saw with me
(v.m)
Dec 2017 · 393
Even though you’re gone
vanessa Dec 2017
Even though you’re  gone
My family still asks about you
Even though you're gone
I still wear the necklace you got me around my neck
Even though you're gone
My bestfriend says she’s never seen me more in love
Even though you're gone
I still don’t leave bed until half past noon
Even though you’re gone
I wonder if this has all been easy for you
Even though you're gone
I still find myself smiling when I see something that reminds me of you
Even though you’re  gone my body still misses the shape of you
Even though you're gone I still miss the smell of vanilla hair gel and almond lotion
I’ve been counting and today it’s been two weeks
Will you be back by valentines
Will you be back at all
Even though you’re gone
I can’t bring myself to let you go
Even though you're gone
I still remember the last time you kissed me
Even though you’re gone
I’m still here.

(v.m)
vanessa Dec 2017
I still think it’s so amazing that I got a boy like you to write a poem
A boy who was all analysis and weights
A boy who was all about being self made
I got someone like you to write about me
That still amazes me
My friend told me once that’s how you know someone loves you-
When they pick up your habits
So if words and writing have become yours too
I hope the walls are coming down
I hope you took note of small things too
If one poem about me is all you ever write, then at least I’ll know I meant something—even for one night
If the lines you wrote never see the light of day
Then I hope you keep them with you
That would still amaze me
But I think that’s how you know
If someone really loves you

(v.m)
Dec 2017 · 527
3 am
vanessa Dec 2017
I always cry for you at 3 am
Like clockwork
When the world is asleep
I always cry for you at 3am and I’ll cry at 4 too
Because I know that’s how you make wishes come true
When my eyes are bloodshot
And my head is pounding
I know someone hears me
I just don’t know if it’s you
I always cry for you at 3 am and I’ll cry at 4 too
Because I know that’s how you make wishes come true
When my heart aches and my body burns with pain
That’s how I know the magic is working
You’re laugh and your whisper will haunt me until your return
I always cry for you at 3 am and I’ll cry at 4 too
Because I know that’s how my wish will come true


(v.m)
Dec 2017 · 183
don’t let us die
vanessa Dec 2017
Why does it feel like you died
Even though your still alive?
You weren’t the boy who took my virginity
But yet somehow I know for a fact
I gave you my soul
I know for a fact that you loved me too
I could see it when you’d look at me
I would look up for a second and glance back to find you in a daze
I’d ask what you were staring at
And you always stayed quiet
But I know that look meant something
I can only hope it was love
Did you know I sleep with a picture of you under my pillow
Did you know I pray for you every night
Even though I’m not religious
Did you know being tangled up in my blankets is how I feel close to you
You were the boy to break the curse
You broke my three month curse
Only by a day, but we made it
You broke a lot of records, and for that I love you more than anyone
You tried to get me mad one night and when I yelled and burst into tears you said “come here” and held me tighter than a life jacket
When we laid in my bed that first night you said you weren’t going anywhere



—you said you were all in


On the 15th you told me something itching at you and then held my hand and gave me that same look of love and kissed me harder than anyone ever has


—you said you would try


But then you said you needed time

It’s been a week and I haven’t stopped crying.
(v.m)
Dec 2017 · 339
poem after poem
vanessa Dec 2017
I guess I'll do the same as I've always done,
Write poem after poem about what loving you felt like
Even if you didn't
I'll write poem after poem about the way your laugh rose and fell like mountains and music to my ears
I know I'll write poem after poem about the way you looked with the moonlight kissing your face
I'll write about how you told me you didn't want to get hurt again
I'll write about how you told me you hated your real dad and wished him the worst
Even if I wasn't the girl you saw marriage with
I'll write about how you were selfish yet strong
Poem after poem I'll write about you
Even if my knuckles become ******
I'll write about the book you found for me
That was something special, something loving, something I'll never let leave me
--Even if words never meant much to you

I'll write about what loving you felt like
How it felt like air
How it felt like sun
How loving you felt like waking up
Poem after poem I'll write about our night by that trail you took me too where you went to run on nights you needed to get away
Maybe that was nowhere special but to me I guess it will always be that
--Nowhere special, Somewhere special
Poem after poem I'll hear you telling me how soft my hair was that night we got coffee
Poem after poem I'll remember you telling me your mother could tell I loved you by the way I'd look at you
--Even if you never looked at me that way
Poem after poem I'll remember the night you laid on my chest and let me hold you
I'll remember how you counted my heartbeats, you said my heart beat at 100 beats a minute, and yours beat at 117 beats a minute.
Because you timed it
I thought that was something special
Something noteworthy
Poem after poem I'll remember how you said you felt like you had known me forever
I'll remember the night you told me you loved me, and you told me what we had was different
If you go up north where the leaves change colors poem after poem I'll write about how your almond colored eyes always held bigger dreams
- -Even if you don't want me apart of them anymore.
So if you never return,
just know, Poem after poem, the love will never leave me.


(v.m)
vanessa Dec 2017
don't fall in love with me if you still think you love her
don't fall in love with me if you don't hear wedding bells at 27...
don't fall in love with me if you don't plan on coming back
don't fall in love with me if you don't want to be made into a poem
don't let me write dictionaries about the way you breath if you don't want to be a part of love stories anymore
don't fall in love with me if you don't believe in fighting for what you believe in
don't fall in love with me if you don't see sunshine when you look at me....
I know the cliche thing to say is fireworks....
But I want to be sunshine

At least I hope I was
I hope I radiated through your window on days you didn't know which way was up
I hope you fell in love with me anyways


(v.m)
Dec 2017 · 335
air & sun
vanessa Dec 2017
I'll pray everyday you come and love my piece of sun
Air and the sun have always been the perfect pair
Take as long as you need I get it, my love
The sun will be ready to rise when the air splashes through the clouds.
The air and the sun have always been the perfect pair.
There's a future worth keeping.
Dec 2017 · 226
poetry out of people
vanessa Dec 2017
Why do I make poetry out of people?
I wonder why I do that?
Why do I make boys bloom like flowers?
I love you, yet everyone says you're emotionally manipulating my love
But I choose to love you through it
I know you're just a scared little boy who needs to figure out why the ocean touches the tide
Why he loves the devil with spiderweb ways
You ask if I'm okay with you being selfish and putting you before me. And I am.
You ask if I'm okay being in competition with a ghost and even though I wish the ghost was dead. I'm willing to fight for what I believe in.
Because you're the greatest war ever fought
You said too me"I'm all in if youre all in". And I am.
Why do I make poetry out of people
I wrote you a poem once, and I called it seasons.
Because you were a change. A breath of fresh air.
You ask me if I'm okay with the fact you'll never marry me.
And I am.
And if you choose to leave, just know I hope that just like every flower under my sun, that you regret it everyday and feel the burn of the breeze.
I wrote it in words once, that the love of the ocean never dies.
It won't.
So put me in a box and push me out to sea if you need time to figure out if loving me really is worthwhile.
Because I know, loving me is worthwhile.
You're molded out of vanilla and almonds but if you can't love me passed mountains, I understand.
I guess molehills are more appealing anyway.
And just like the girl in the story I wrote about us, I'll remember you. Because I have a habit of remembering everyone that leaves.
I know you'll do great, and I know you'll go off and try to make spiderweb lovers work,..... I know that's what you really mean when you say you need "time alone"
Even if you won't admit it, that's why you question your love for me.
And when I'm right and that crumbles like I predict. I hope you realize what you've lost. I hope it hurts worse than she ever did.
I'll still think you sunshine and love your elvis comb over.
I'll still miss the smell of vanilla bean and almonds on cold winter mornings at 5am
And my bed will always remind me it once held our laughter.
I'll always love you, even if you leave. I'll always be here, even if you decide to give up. I never will.
My god, Why do I make poetry out of people?

(v.m)
Dec 2017 · 452
Seasons
vanessa Dec 2017
The day I first met you, your smile made me melt. I remember how you told me I took your breath away, I have a feeling I will always remember that-- Our first meeting.
As if I was an enigma of sugar and dandelions when I've always been roots in other boys eyes.
You saw me as a sprouting vine of sunflowers.
Falling in like with you has been a beautiful adventure, you make me think outside my box and you make me laugh like I've never been hurt.
I could get lost in your eyes for hours in comfortable silence.
Looking at you makes me wish I had met you sooner.
As I get to know you, I can't help but have flowers blossoming in my stomach.
Each thing I discover is like the next piece to my puzzle.
The little things are slowly becoming my best kept memories.
Like your catch phrases, or the way you like too kiss with gum in your mouth, or even your profound love for donuts.
If we'll last I have no clue, I have a bad habit of getting my hopes up for a love that is never ready.
All I can do, all I will ever be able to do, is hope. Is that good enough?
Laying with you until 5 am laughing at nothing is my favorite mid morning hobby with you, even between groggy morning breath and a warm embrace you still manage to find my hand and my waist.
I've never felt so safe in a pair of arms, I see the whole nine when I look at you.
The hours of being hypnotized by your cologne have left an imprint on my brain, I think I'll like the smell of you for the rest of my life.
Your dark curly hair is the nicest bed head I've ever seen, even when it's in an unruly state, you still look like a painting.
I've fallen for you faster than autumn leaves have fallen off trees.
If I were a bee and you were a flower--would you give me your honey?-- Even just for an hour. Can we hold hands through winter? And bloom like spring? I think I'd like to love the seasons again.

(v.m)
Jun 2017 · 902
Museum of me.
vanessa Jun 2017
I gave my innocence to a boy who told me he loved me after only two dates.
The boy I loved at 13 still sends chills down my spine and although I'll always love him, I'm no longer in love with him.
I spent a year in love with a boy who used to call me every night and then I was left haunted by his echo and the dead silence of the phone.
I dated a boy who took me up a mountain to feel alive but secretly wished he could swallow a bottle of pills.
As you can see I was quite used to the idea of handsome strangers loving the idea of my poetically charming words and sincere sense of loving.  I was used to being compared to paintings and angels. I was used to being courted and cuddled, and also used to being told I was shallow and shrill.
I was used to not being good enough or way too demanding.
Although I know now I am nothing but the most beautiful parts of a poem.
The pauses at the ends of sweet words, and the carefully crafted  run on's you dare not speak. I am the beautiful beginning and the tragic story never told. I am the girl with the Mona Lisa smile and the heart of doves.
I've been told a mosaic of beauty is something only a statue can possess. I've read that love is not to be whispered and pain is not beautiful.
I've spent countless years trying to discover the constellations for the right kind of love affair.
I've whispered secrets to strangers I don't want repeated. I've loved boys with brass hearts and devilish desires. I've walked through my own museum of love and made notes along the way. I've shared stories of every beautifully brilliant boy I have ever crossed paths with, I just hope that someday they learn to appreciate what it's like to walk through a museum of harsh truths, pitiful pain, and I hope they look back and remember me for all the good things I was, and the way they're eyes used to light up when they'd look at me, god I miss that look. I hope they remember the storms and the sunshine, and the new beginnings of my fall, I hope they remember the Christmas lights when the planets are aligned at exactly midnight and wished they had loved me more

(v.m)
Jun 2017 · 214
Untitled
vanessa Jun 2017
When he let me go he said it was because his will to love was even  weaker than his will to live.
He needed time to process the art of living I suppose
Or maybe he just wanted to be clever instead of saying he couldn't imagine me holding his hand in an aquarium anymore.
Last time I saw him I had no idea this was coming.
I saw him only 3 nights before he ended it. I remember he laughed at me when I cried and begged to kiss him just a-little longer. I guess now I know why he didn't ask for pleasure that night. I guess now I know why he didn't say "i like you" back as I laid across his lap fully exposed. I guess now I understand why he always stared at me across the table with a longing look in his eye. I remember that night he kissed the middle of my spine and i remember it being the wildest form of intimacy I have to date. Although his kiss didn't put me on cloud nine, only one boy has done that. I am grateful he has left me onto better things and better beings. I don't think I loved him but I do think I learned what it's suppose to look like. I think it's suppose to be remembering small things, and dreams of road trips, and 9am breakfast runs, but I also think it means giving your heart willingly and fully. Something his self harming heart couldn't give me. So thank you. Thank you. Thank you for walking me up a mountain, thank you for showing me I deserve the flowers that bloom at the very edge of the hilltop.

(v.m)
Jun 2015 · 387
Chapters
vanessa Jun 2015
You came into this world kicking and screaming, crying and alone...some people will leave this world the same way. Some will find a love who sets them on fire. Some will get buried under the pressure of living. Some will leave us too soon when you wish to god you had just one last chance. Some will move away from everyone and everything they know and end up finding themselves buried beneath branches somewhere in Ohio. Some will fight and scream at the moon until the ocean settles into their skin. Some will hit their head into concrete trying understand why people leave and why things change in the blink of an eye. Some faces will fade and some hands will linger longer than they were supposed to. Some may not remember what it felt like to sit next to you at 3 am strung out and close. Some may not be able to forget the look of your loving eyes. Some may race with bullets and some may tackle ghosts. Everybody dies in a different way. Everyone's life is another ocean we have yet to sail on. Don't underestimate the love of your soul. It can save someone. Maybe they won't have to leave this world kicking and screaming, and crying and alone.

*vm
vanessa May 2015
You liked a boy with big brown eyes and three older sisters. You were five and you had butterflies. His mother was always very nice to you. He used to call you shrimp and chase you around the playground. He was named after that part of a fish they use to breath. He grew up riding horses and learning to be a man. He didn’t pay you much attention as you got older, but that only strengthened your growing affection for the boy who used to make fun of you because you couldn’t cross the monkey bars. He found out you liked him because it got around one day when you were nowhere to be seen. You were embarrassed and sad, how could people be so cruel. They made fun of your feelings and laughed while you just wanted to run and hide. You felt alone and you were eight. He ignored you after that and looked at you like you were an insect. He ended up braking you.
You liked a boy who sat next to you in homeroom. He was older than you by a few days and had the same buck teeth you did. You were eight and you couldn’t stop staring at the mole by his mouth. You became close and everyone knew it. Two years later things had changed quite a bit. You were now strangers. Your feelings for him still existed, you hid them all this time. He dated one of your best friends. He found out you liked him at ten, you wrote him a letter and gave him your heart. He showed his friends and laughed right in front of you, then ripped it up and threw it in the garbage. He never looked you in the eyes again. He ended up braking you
You liked a boy who lived on your block just one house away. He had black curly hair and skin as pale as a ghost, He looked just like his mom and had the loudest laugh you’ve ever heard. You were nine and he made you feel like a kid in a candy store. He was one year younger but you got along just fine. He’d hangout with you until midnight just staring at the stars. He found out how you felt three years later. He stuck out his tongue and made a disgusted face. He ignored you and when he did speak to you, he was cruel and cold. He ended up braking you.
You loved a boy with a windy deposition and carefully thought up lines. From what you understand you’re the second girl he’s ever loved maybe the first but you’re too awkward to give yourself too much credit. You were thirteen when he took your breath away. He loved you across cities and with each passing year you grew strong together. He said he’d love you like no tomorrow, he spoke too soon because as he grew into a beautiful young man with hazel eyes and soft skin he grew apart from your loving ways and the eyes he used to spend hours getting lost in. He promised you he’d never leave you but then one day he stopped returning your calls. He ended up braking you.
You loved a boy who smoked to not remind himself of how bad he used to get made fun of growing up. You were sixteen and naive when he poisoned your soul. He said he knew what pain felt like because he loved a girl with scales for skin and snakes for hair, but she wasn’t love, she was lust fueled destinations with no intentions of something real. He used you for his addiction of skin on skin but never wanted to hold your hand. He kissed you with no emotion but you were too caught up in him to care. He looked at you like you were meat, not like you were the light of his life. He treated you even worse, he made you hate yourself more than you already did. He said he knew what pain felt like, but then he ended up braking you.
You loved a boy who listened to you like his favorite song and fell in like with your pain. You were sixteen and in recovery from stress related pains and a boy with glass frames. He never said you were the one but he was there so you decided to try. His life wasn’t amazing but it felt that way every time he looked into your eyes. He tried to comfort you from the boys who broke you, saying he too knew what it felt like. His story was the perfect disaster, he didn’t tell you everything but he told you enough until you felt okay again. He said you were the cutest thing he’s ever seen although I guess that’s different than “I promise, I’ll never leave” but maybe thinking you heard him say that instead made you feel better inside. He left you in December, all you had left was his sweater. He never said goodbye all he said was “I can’t do this anymore”. You felt like you were about to die. He ended up braking you.
You loved a boy with curly fry hair soft enough to run your fingers through. You were eighteen and waiting for something special. He said when he first met you he was so nervous his hands were shaking and his voice was cracking like he was twelve all over again, he was only hoping you didn’t notice. He kissed you on your first date together and asked you to be his later that night. He was an open book about his life with you. He called you his little sunflower and listened to your breathing on the phone when you fell asleep. He told you everything would be okay now, he even wiped your tears. He called you drunk one night and told you how scared he was of losing you and that he needed to hold you right that second. Three nights before he left you he took you to the sea and kissed you at the top of the Ferris wheel, you’re favorite place in the world. You felt you heart explode just like the night sky. You were sleeping when you got the message, your heart dropped to the floor. He flew back to the girl with spider web veins who harbored his heart in a jar. He made you feel at peace but then he ended up braking you.
You liked a boy just a few months ago. He wore a leather jacket religiously and slept in between note taking. You were eighteen and seeking someone to heal all past aches. His eyes changed colors but your feelings for him never did. You had so much in common, from music to family right down to your sense of humor. He always looked you in the eyes as you spoke and listened to you like he hung on your every word. You hung out alone only twice together, you were high and when he laid beside you, your insides went insane and you got goosebumps all over again. You were half asleep playing with his hair and he tickled you nonstop. You told him you liked him that same day, you asked for things to not change. He only replied “I kind of figured and I don’t see why we wouldn’t be friends”. You went to school confused only to be ignored for weeks on end by the boy who used to look back at you like you were sunshine. He hasn’t spoken to you since. He ended up braking you.
…I’m sorry my dear…
(v.m)
Jan 2015 · 412
9/8/14
vanessa Jan 2015
The first boy I ever loved used to set my skin on fire but now all that fuels me when I look at him is hatred, he's not the boy I fell in love with, at least--not anymore, I thought I saw him the other day...with her...but it wasn't him for split second though my heart kind of stopped, it felt like I couldn't catch my breath my hands started to shake and my nerves welled up. I think everytime I see him whether it's now or in 20 plus years I think I'll always fall back in love with the boy I think I see. That kind of makes me happy, that also kind of makes me sad. Please don't fall in love with the boy that makes your skin feel on fire, he'll only burn you in the end.

*(v.m)
vanessa Dec 2014
His favorite old band shirt rests somewhere in my drawers although now when I wear it my heart no longer breaks and I no longer wear it crying myself to sleep.
The boy before him gave me his sweater and a soft peck outside my house just after sunset but both of those things are no longer in my possession and I feel fine.
The boy before him made me carve my emotions into my skin however that's  not all he gave me I also developed a fear of being touched by boys with guitars and rugged looks but it's now been a year since he destroyed me and we no longer speak I must say I'm doing okay.
The boy before him well I think I've finally done it.. I think I've finally let go although it terrifies me to ever love another boy with baby soft skin and piercing forest eyes, we have not spoken in some time now I doubt he has even noticed because of this the fire in my lungs is still burning but it's gone down to a simmer...I don't know if we're dying out and I don't know where to go from here but I do know that I'm done chasing the boy with the birthmark on his right lower calf and I'm going to be alive, even if it's without him.

*(v.m)
vanessa Sep 2014
09/17/14 - 1:15 am
**** "buying me pizza and touching my ****" how about you take shots off my stomach and bite my lip
**** "buying me pizza and touching my ****"drip ***** down my ******* and pull my hair
**** "buying me pizza and touching my ****" cuddle with me and listen to depeche mode or pink floyd or the smiths
**** "buying me pizza and touching my ****" let me read books to you as you fall asleep on my lap
**** "buying me pizza and touching my ****" take me out to dinner and I don't mean somewhere fancy, hell take me to an old run down diner in the middle of nowhere and then roam the streets with me at an outdoor swap meet
**** "buying me pizza and touching my ****" bake cupcakes with me on a Saturday evening and watch a bunch our favorite movies
**** "buying me pizza and touching my ****" take me on a Ferris wheel my second favorite place in the world and look at the way the moon wakes up with me
**** "buying me pizza and touching my ****" take me to a rooftop and tell me your greatest fears. Tell me exactly who you are, if you haven't already.i promise I'll remember. I won't be like your dad and forget your birthday. I won't be like your late sister who forgot to say "I love you" on her way out the door that one evening. I won't be like one of those people who forgot to tell how important you are everyday. But I will be your friend when you need it. You're conscience when your too strung out on all the wrong types of right. You're lover when all you want to do is too spoon so you don't feel lost tonight. You're shoulder to cry on when something goes terribly wrong. All I ask of you is
that you do not, "buy me pizza and touch my ****".
*v.m
vanessa Jul 2014
Every boy i kiss is a poem waiting to happen and I'm the definition of being left. They really are all the same, some of them are just better pretenders if you ask me. Take boy #1 for example I spent five years trying to find something buried inside of him but in the end all I found was dust and empty words, maybe I really did waste my time but it's too late now. Now take boy #2 he never wanted me from the start. He was all bite and no bark, he was all passion but no love, he was all sweet but had not an ounce of compassion, he was everything I never wanted and yet I couldn't resist, although he taught me that my body is nobody's toy, nobody's temple,and nobody's property, except my own and in the end the only regret I have is the rush he gave me under my skin. Now take boy #3 he made me feel half alive, he brought back some light in my eyes however in the end it felt like I was on the brink of insanity he only taught me that even sunshine doesn't last long. Now take boy #4 he was a real gem, a master of disaster if you ask me. He made me believe in love again however he was quick to cut the cord and walk back to his past. I guess I learned even saints can be sinners sometimes.

*vm
Jul 2014 · 1.1k
Don't trust boys
vanessa Jul 2014
Don't trust boys with maddening hunger and hazel specked eyes i guarantee you there's a monster behind that mask, don't let him sweet talk years of your life away, he's insanely good at it. Don't let him ****** your mind so he can put you in a closet for when he wants you.
Don't trust boys with glasses and slouchy shoulders, his heart is cold and his mind is tilted, believe me he's not worth the fight save yourself the trouble and walk away before he tears you in two.
Don't trust boys with lip piercings and dusty hearts, he'd run back to his drug of choice if given the chance and I promise you no matter how much you pray, it won't be you. He'll take your last breath before you have a chance to scream, don't you dare let him run away with your voice, he may have left you breathless but I swear to god he is poison.
Don't trust boys with bruises and curly hair, there's no telling how deep his wounds are and no matter how much you beg and plead and cry and howl at the moon that this wasn't suppose to happen he'll walk away too, he won't be able to close the door to his past. Believe me it will hurt like hell, some days it will feel hard to get out of bed. But this is exactly why you should not trust boys with whirl winds in their eyes and daggers in their fingertips and this is exactly what they will do to you. I would know, because it happen to me.

*vm
Jul 2014 · 426
Four levels of destruction
vanessa Jul 2014
When I met him, I met the first boy who would drive me insane, and when he left me I couldn't think straight for 5 years. Sometimes I hate him, sometimes I would kneel at his feet, sometimes he still haunts me.
Then I met a boy who rolled along gravel for longer hours than he could ever stay in his own home and when he left me and I didn't leave my house for a week. He used my body for his sick little games of cat and mouse and never once considered what this would all do to me. I got very sick sometime in January because of his constant ridicule and the jokes of others, they put me on meds for stress related pain. I'm glad I don't ever have to see him again. The sight of him makes me want to *****.
Then after him I met a boy who loved the way I wrote but was not intellectual in the slightest and when he left me I cried for five days and two months. He chose a lover of longer years over someone who saw sunshine in his eyes, however I guess I just didn't examine the dust in his heart. Maybe I should've looked closer. Would that have saved me?
And then sometime later, I met you, I thought I found the one who meant his every word and he was better than all 3 handsome devils combined. You called me you're little sunflower and said I made you feel human. But when you left me I realized that you were nothing but a liar, a pathetic piece of boy who I only found attractive because of what I thought he could see inside me a boy who told all the sweetest of lies when really all along he was just like the rest. You left me for the same reason as the last, however none of these boys have captured my attention so profoundly, now I really do feel lost. You said you'd be there whenever I needed you, and well it's 4:04 am and I'm crying my eyes out and I feel like gagging up my memories. Where are you? I need you.
Where are you when I need you?


*vm
vanessa Jul 2014
7/10/14 // 1:50 am

I looked at his pictures and I didn't really feel as mad as I used to be looking at the first boy I ever loved be happy, I didn't really get jealous of her, I got jealous because he had the person that makes him happy next to him and I don't. That was my sad realization. I didn't get angry seeing him be happy, I got angry knowing I'm not. I've always felt that he was better than me, in every aspect of life. Ability to have long relationships, School, Morals, Life. And then I thought about you, and how you made me feel better about all that, you didn't make me feel like I was at war, you made me feel at peace for the first time in my 5 years of sacrificing my love and devotion to a boy who only runs to me when he has the time. You're not him, you'll never be him. But I'm so glad you're you and I'm so so so glad I have met and had the pleasure of caring so deeply about someone as magnificent as you. Even if you left me in the dark like everyone else. You made me feel like I mattered. I know more than anyone it's possible to love someone in only two weeks and sure when you said it, it freaked me out but now that you're gone, that's all I want to tell you. I think I'm falling in love with you too. But I know it's too late.


*vm
vanessa Jun 2014
8:43 AM // 6/27/14

I don't know what it is about you but you make me feel something I've only seen in movies, you know how right before the big finale there's an uproar, a ******, a point of no return, or the kiss of a lifetime? Well you make me feel that in every inch of my bones, right down to stubs of my toes, you're smile sends chills down my spine although I have never been a fan of the cold you make my heart melt. When I hear your voice telling me all these sweet things I've heard millions of times before for the first time in a long time my gut is telling me to trust it, to trust you. Although letting people in has never been hard for me letting people go is what seems to be the hardest, I guess nobody bothers reading the fine print anymore, although mine clearly states that "I am an enigma of joy that will always put your needs before my own and shower you with affection even when the world is being cruel, I'll be the sun beam that shines through your window even though you haven't seen the sunshine in quite a few years and last but not least I will love every bit of you...even the parts you thought nobody ever could" so when you embrace me I hope you don't break me, by that I mean my heart, it's paper thin although I miss it being my favorite shade of purple velvet, oh yeah and that's another thing: skin. I love the feel of your skin, the way you ran your fingers in a circle along my lower back like geometrics and finger painting were your best hidden talents. the first day I met you i layed on your chest and listened to the rumble of your heart beat while the grogginess of our stomachs sang an entirely different tune, I guess we found even more things in common. So far I have found so many things I can't wait to love about you including every weird fetish and habit even if I have yet to witness it. Like the way your voice sounds when you sing and if you sing in the shower and if your favorite song changes every week or hey maybe you've had the same anthem for years now or how your laugh escalates and falls as you laugh at your own inconvenience or what you do with your hands when all you have to hold is air or if you pout your lip when you get upset ((like me)) or if you even do anything at all when you get upset, I want to learn why you love certain words even if it's just because of the way you pronounce them and what shows you still love to watch on Saturday mornings, do you even have breakfast on Saturday mornings or are you still dead asleep till noon breaks? What hand do you write with and how big your handwriting is, do you like letters and if so, how often can I write you one? Do you mind if I ramble or even tell you about the color of the sky or even coffee shops I've never set foot in. Do you value moments or are you a fan of the bigger picture, do you analyze things and if you don't then, i totally don't notice how tight you grip my hips when i kiss you too hard or how cute you look when you squint your eyes... if not then i am sorry for noticing these things. How often do you like to cuddle and if your not in the mood we can just lock pinkys, that'll be enough. Do you scare easily and if you do, pick a movie that scares the living hell out of you just so I can see how you let your emotions effect you, do you pick your nose when no one is looking or do you think that's gross (because if you do I so DON'T do that). I want to know what tv shows make you laugh and what food makes you happy and what things make you sad, does anything scare you and if so is it something cliche like the El Chupacabra or is it something more serious like what cereal you wanna buy tonight or the future or heck even dying because whatever it is everyone's afraid of something, I can't blame you for being human.  Are you ticklish? do you like nose kisses? can I use you as a pillow or a chair when I'm too lazy to move an inch Do you like silence or would you rather talk until sunrise, whichever is fine with me. I'll listen to sound of your voice or the sound of your breathing as long as I get to hear it forever.  

*(v.m)
May 2014 · 363
Easier at best
vanessa May 2014
12:14 am // 5/13/14
Everyone has a breaking point
Everyone has an addiction
And I guess letting him go was easier than admitting I had a problem, It was easier than admitting I'm going insane without him by my side  
Swallowing a pill every night just to be able to sleep was easier than laying awake thinking of everything you should've said, instead
Singing in the shower was easier than admitting that with each word your heart was breaking only to be held together by loose strings and his faint cries of "I'm sorry",quite frankly that's all he's ever had to say. With each month that goes by I keep telling myself "it'll get easier don't cry" but each time i try he's right where I left him in the hollows of my mind he's taken root and I can't shake him loose, he's still there, somewhere inside me, he's clawing at my ribcage and filling my lungs with air, begging to be let back into the one place he seeks refuge from all past wounds... only he's not shining quite as bright maybe it's because I haven't watered him in a while maybe he's dying without my love and affection, you know the one he hated?, the one he took for granted?, I don't know if his faint whispers mean he's miserable or wishing me well, although he's always had a way with words and although his hands have always managed to entangle me once more I'm not sure i want to let him win anymore, I don't know what I'm saying, I'm delusional at best, but all I know for now is this is our love test and I wish I could say this goodbye wouldn't be for good i really hope it isn't although it's getting easier without him, it'll be the hardest goodbye I've ever known.

*(v.m)
vanessa Apr 2014
"Give your heart a break from knowing his favorite color
Give your heart a break from dreaming about his lips and his eyes, remember the ones you spent countless nights getting lost in?
Give your heart a break from conversating with his shadow and start getting to know your own skin
Give your heart a break from drowning his phone in one sided apologies and hopeless "i love you's" you've done your best i guess and my darling I can't tell you why he is so cold hearted but I can tell you that there is a fire burning inside of you and your lungs are evacuated your burning building and it'll come out the right way in the end i promise and yes he's a **** but you hopelessly fall at his feet and can't help how the love you have found is killing you faster than a gunshot and quicker than an overdose, my dear I'm so ******* sorry he doesn't understand how much you love him and I'm sorry your veins have become untwined with his but you wanted to fall in love the contract clearly stated the consequences of loving this dangerous boy things are bad now but I know he'll come around i know it, after all once you fall in love the first time, you never really fall out of it but for now just do yourself a favor and give your heart break." (v.m)
Feb 2014 · 856
The boy you love(d)
vanessa Feb 2014
The boy you love now has ****** hair in the form of cinnamon crumbs sprouted across his jawline even though he protested he'd never do anything of the sort
The boy you love now loves a girl whose heart is made of stone, her love is nothing like yours, it is cold and calculated, like a killing  
The boy you love now won't even look you in the eye, he seems to think the silent treatment will do him some justice even though he was always the more talkative of the two of you
The boy you love now does any drug he can to keep his body numb and stop his mind from drifting to you
The boy you love now questions his existence without you by his side he now sees you in every corner of his mind and cannot go anywhere without hearing your name, you seem to have stolen the hearts of many. Nobody could understand why he left a girl like you, you were every boy's cup of tea even though you were a fan of coffee.
The boy you love now screams at the moon and has withdrawals from your bedside an it's now been a year & nine months since you saw each other last, however you're now the one who sleeps soundly
The boy you love now closes his eyes and details every inch of your body down on paper as he tries to remember the way your eyes glistened to water filled puddles when he told you he didn't love you anymore, He's never regretted anything more in his whole life I can tell you that for sure
The boy you love now vomits on his pride and his spine is withering away the day you burned away all his sweet nothing's he said he felt like he was being branded with cigarettes even though he hadn't seen you in months
The boy you love now thinks he's got it made however in just a few months time he'll be knocking on your doorstep with blood streaming from his face, he'll be broken in two but the question is will you?
The boy you loved now can't stand the taste of coffee because it reminds him of you, no matter how bitter he can't seem to swallow the thought of enjoying anything that makes him remember just how many sugars you liked
The boy you loved now shakes during winter time and is less of a man though he tries not to act like he misses you too much
The boy you loved now can't stand the thought of you with another and by now it's been about 8 years since you saw each other last, but he doesn't utter a word in your direction
The boy you loved is now falling apart at the roots and at 22 he looks like a mental patient, it's only been a few years and he can't seem to leave his room
The boy you loved now hates the smell of coconuts and raspberries & creme because that's what you smelled like most often
The boy you loved is now not the same--without you

*(v.m)
Feb 2014 · 345
Untitled
vanessa Feb 2014
When I was crying and begging you to save me you simply said "You worry too much" and then you simply said you didn't feel good and wanted to rest. But that wasn't the biggest disappoint it was finally realizing that the tears would never stop falling down the drain the scars will never stop bleeding because you're the reason all those wounds are branded there on my soft sugar creme skin though you said i always smelled of raspberries and creme as my hair smelled of coconut trees i thought you'd examined me the way i always examined you, then there's this one day years from now in a mall in about 5 years or so when we meet again and we lock eyes but when we both look over our shoulders we both have a lover but in that moment or two we have as we swim through this rush of cold nostalgia all we seem to see is each other and then we come close enough to where all our feelings have hidden for all those years we burned away, I guess they never really died after all, I guess they're still there, I can't wait to find out because to me that's better than anyone love we will ever have, it's the kind of love worth fighting for, we are the kind of love worth fighting for, and it's quite sad that, we both know it
Jan 2014 · 1.1k
Someone once told me
vanessa Jan 2014
As I walked home disappointed in you
I can't help but feel so stupid for even wanting to surprise you but then I guess maybe I'm too much of a good person and maybe you're too much of a bad person for me to even care about--but I can't help loving you. Someone once told me, I shouldn't care about someone who doesn't care about me but they've never met you. Someone once told me I needed to love myself before I could ever love another but what happens when you've given a heart transplant to the person you'd die for? Someone once told me that I was the bigger person in our violent love affair, that I tried as hard as I possibly could, that I put all my love inside of your ribcage and then you locked me out of your skin, that I fought for this love no matter how tough it got--and it still didn't seem to be enough
You can't just make me not want to die and then leave me high and dry
Someone once told me, you'll never truly be happy and that your karma will rest neatly on your shoulders and when it attacks and you realize the error of your ways, and when you feel numb beneath your nose you'll begin to scream and feel so lost within yourself.
Someone once told me, that someday you'll come crawling back-- I sure hope so
Jan 2014 · 556
You're just a boy
vanessa Jan 2014
You're just a boy I happen to loose sleep over
you're just a boy who happens to make my fingertips go numb enough for me to not feel at all
You're just a stupid boy who happens to live in the sea and every time you swim in and out of my heart, I swear it's like a tsunami has been set off in my ribcage, my lungs are filling with water and because of you I can't seem to breath. my legs begin to shake as you look me in the eye, and my heart begins to race even though you haven't touched me yet, you've only just begun to tell me how pretty I look with my hair behind my ear or a book propt up neatly in front of my face, you happen to enjoy novels though you're no expert on words, you happen to love astrology and yet you haven't spotted us within the stars, or maybe it's just me beating you at your own game, as we share cross words I don't know what I'm beginning to fall in love with first, you or the way you are so intriguing as you speak, although you happen to have a lisp, I don't mind because the sound of your voice could sing me to sleep, as we keep conversing over the simplest of beauties. I begin to ask you the basics but little do you know I'm asking so I know what to write about as I begin to fall in love with the way you say hello, I'm asking so I know what to write about when you decide you've had enough of being just a story as I fall in love with the way you kiss goodbye. I'll run over every little detail about you until my fingertips fall off and I have you memorized down to the drop of a pen, I'll begin to find everything about you absolutely beautiful and I will not be able to control myself and it really is quite terrible that I'll do all of this in a matter of minutes.

*vm
Jan 2014 · 898
At least (I love you)
vanessa Jan 2014
I may idolize the boy who always saved me, he belongs in books but amazingly this is non-fiction
I might pay close attention to the way he runs his fingers through his hair, but I could watch him run through forests for hours on end
I may always want to have the last word in an argument even though the boy himself is what I'm focused on the entire debate, I don't care who wins I just want you to stay
I may be insanely jealous maybe even ****** but at least I love you more than she ever could and you know it's true.
I may get upset over small things you do, but you'll always be my favorite correction to mark with red pen, don't worry I promise I'll forgive you in the morning
I may be a pain every now and again but at least you know I'm alive today, because without you I hope you know I would have given up a long time ago.
I may love too passionately and too fierce but at least I will never desert you in the dark or want you to be reduced to cold red slashes on the most beautiful parts of your body
I may be complicated and more in love with you than I am with my own reflection
But at least I am self-less, at least I care whether or not the boy I love more than life itself is breathing in the morning. At least I know the difference between love and pity, at least I fight the will every morning with my shadow to make sure I have a chance to let you know how much I love you, you really should cherish it, because who knows if you'll hear it tomorrow. I'm a lost cause who loves your little pieces of stardust more than the sparkles on my skin but at least I love you enough-- to let you know.

*vm
vanessa Jan 2014
A part of me hates not trying harder for you when I had the chance I mean it's now so awkward between us, we give each other blank stares for that might be all we were ever worth to each other I hate knowing I didn't try harder for you and wanting you as wildly as you wanted me, sometimes I wonder what would've happened if you'd gotten the chance to be mine, would we finally be at harmony in one another's eyes because as of right now it feels like we have unfinished business, when you look at me and smile I can't help but wonder what your thinking or if maybe your not thinking anything at all maybe you just happen to gaze in my direction or the fact that we haven't hugged once since I was fifteen and today as I said goodbye to you and your new love as we parted down the path, you looked at me with your arm held out for a hug and I walked toward you, books in hand unable to return the warm embrace and in that moment I wondered what made you want to say more than goodbye, what made you want to embrace me for a second or two or was it just a friendly hug, whenever I'm around you I'm just not sure anymore, granted your feelings may have faded but I do wonder from time to time if I happen to cross your mind more than once on our awkward encounters.

*vm
Jan 2014 · 743
He Was Not You
vanessa Jan 2014
As we sat and inhaled the past and the memories radiated through our veins, I asked you as we sat high and dry if you cared to know why I never gave myself to the boy of glass and you said sure and in that minute or two it took me to pluck up the courage to tell you why, I thought about the wind beneath us under that tunnel as we watched ***** river banks and I said "I didn't give myself to him because he wasn't you, because I didn't love him like I love you, that how much I'd rather give myself to you was what saved me from making a choice I would have regretted deeply, for ever since I first met you I knew--I looked at you and I knew.. Look at that boy I'm going to love him forever, I'm going to give him all of me--even if it kills me--I'm going to give him my broken pieces and make the seconds I spend inside his head count--I'm going to haunt his head until he becomes drunk off the way my body arches back or the way my toes crinkle or even just way I happen to nibble on his lip. I didn't give myself to him because he was a boy of stone cold cement but you are a boy of beautiful stardust I would gladly waste a million wishes on, however with all the battles we have been through you've actually been a blessing, the small piece of sky that just so happens to make feel alive. I cannot thank you enough for existing and bringing me back from the dead, I didn't give myself to him because he was not worth my simple innocence and my million dollar heart, for the fire beneath my skin has been burning only for you, for about 5 years..
I didn't give myself to him because he was not beautiful, he was never one for standing with me through tough waters, he thought cruel words that brought down my worth was the way to go, however he was not you. You've never raised your voice at me or even attempted to belittle me with cursed words because unlike him, I know that I too set off a storm beneath your ribcage making your heart numb to the idea of leaving a love like this behind, because you and I both know that we simply couldn't do it, not now, not ever...
so if you must know I didn't give myself to him because he destroyed me from the start and you've spent years saving me, you could have given up and walked out a long time ago --but you didn't and I thank you for at least that even if we can only be together in my head, maybe in 10 years time when we waste another countless night inhaling our past we can try again--but until then I would like you to know the reason why I never gave myself to him and it is because
he-- was not you."

*vm
vanessa Jan 2014
Everytime I tell a boy just how much he means to me, he replies with "You can't help how you feel" or something along those lines and those six words alone bring a tear to my eye because yes I can't help how I feel. The moon doesn't apologize for falling at daybreak, and rain doesn't apologize for ripping at your winter coat, so really why should I apologize for loving you?

Maybe you were no good from the beginning but I do know that I can't help shaking at the thought of your skin colliding with mine, the touch of your fingers could send chills down my spine and make me breath smoky fog for about a year after winter. I can't help falling in like with the way you half smile when you look at the sky or the way you inhale smoke and release it from your lungs like a pro at blowing autumn leaves even though you aren't a master at escaping.  I can't help clawing at your backbone for hours on end hoping that somewhere within the hour I'll be able to feel your spinal cord in the midst of our encounter, and bring you back from the dead. I can't help loosing control of my tongue the minute you feed me lies, although you could burn beautiful words in the back of my throat, I promise I won't scream. I can't help wanting to unravel your secrets and read you books at 1 am and talk about the rest of our lives for hours on end, although owning an apartment in New York overlooking the rest of the world sounds quite appealing, don't you think? We could sit at the window and drink coffee in silence, I promise not to bombared you with words for to long. I can't help mistaking those summer nights for learning of your darker days, because you hid neatly behind your two glass spectacles and didn't dare show me what lied beneath your brown pupils. I can't help that an evening in your car will only drive me insane, because who knows where our nostalgia will take us as we drive down memory lane, maybe our honesty will get the better of us and our love will come flooding back into our bones before our soberity has a chance to say no.  I can't help seeing a light in your eyes if you walk me home in the dark, because I just might go blind if I allow you inside my burning building, I might become ash before you have a chance to pull me out alive.
There is a lot of truth in what you said because yes-- I guess I just couldn't help falling in love with you,
So yes-- I guess I really can't "help how I feel" after all.

*vm
vanessa Jan 2014
If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be alive, I hope you know at least that and even though you chose ashes over my last lit cigarette I will stand by you fearlessly. Someday when you get married and you remember me enough to send me an invitation when the priest calmly asks "Speak now or forever hold your peace" I will rise, look you dead in the eye and begin to cry, I'll walk over to the middle of the aisle and place a letter down on the floor  labeled with your name inside of it, it will say "I'm sorry that I love you, I'm sorry for having been a burden and wanting to share Friday evenings alone in your car, I'm sorry I'm more complicated than you signed up for, you may be happier but I wonder how it makes you feel knowing you're the reason I am alive, You're the boy who saw me when I was invisible and called me beautiful after the end of our better three months and I will never not think of you and smile, You will always be the first boy I ever loved even if the feeling is not mutual....I hope the sound of my name makes you light up from time to time, I hope you flashback to our first night and our last, I hope you remember looking at the moon and thinking of me, I hope you remember those moments we had in the grass, we were so young then. I hope you know I will always love you...."

*vm
Jan 2014 · 498
Walk Of Shame
vanessa Jan 2014
I walked past your house today for the first time in about a month for the first time since the scars stopped bleeding and that was two months ago and honestly the only feeling that flowed through me in the seconds when you flashed into my head i felt nothing but disgust  nothing but anger when i see you in person i don't bare you a glance at all anymore, you weren't worth it, you never were, however when our eyes do happen to meet i hope you know how sorry I feel for you because you are a heartless waste of stardust and i hope it ******* haunts you forever that you're the reason behind the scars on someone else's body and i hope knowing that--and just that-- kills you inside and tears you to shreds

*vm
Jan 2014 · 500
Thanking the devil
vanessa Jan 2014
as I listened to the song that made me think of you weeks ago. I found the reason I couldn't seem to bare another breath when you decided I wasn't as important and I thought about that first day, where I laid on your chest and thought I could hear your heartbeat, it was nothing but shallow footsteps amongst the gravel that resides to the right of the grass beating down on the forgotten souls of all those broken hearts before us, who happened to have laid in that very same spot
and as I rested my head amongst clouds and my nail circulated amongst weary pillow tops. It reminded me of something it felt like something. something so familiar and then I discovered it felt like your fingers tracing shapes amongst my spine as I lay atop oceans of you oh so vulnerable and oh so still, letting you in through the cracks they left open but you didn't always kindly ask permission, because every now and then you didn't roll your fingers across like flower petals,
you rolled daggers and inch or so deep into me, and you know what?
I came out half alive, so I guess all I can say in the end is thanks to the boy  who made me feel so alive again...

*vm
Jan 2014 · 559
You can have that boy
vanessa Jan 2014
You can have that boy
really you can
I don't want him but not because of reasons you think
you can have that boy because if he won't have deep talks with you at 1 am then I don't want him
if he doesn't like books and his favorite parts don't happen to end in cliff hangers and beautiful begininngs then I don't want him
If he isn't very smart and his bestfriend is a pig I don't want him
if he chooses looks over intellect and the feel of your skin as apose to what's underneath it and if he doesn't try to dig deeper into your soul through unlocked doors then I don't want him
if he pretentious and thinks he's all that and more and presumes he can throw your heart around like a deck of cards, then I don't want him
if he plays your heart strings like his favorite instrument and then puts it away when he gets tired then I don't want him
if he chooses false friendships over your love and says he "simply doesn't have the time" to save you
Then I don't want him
Quite frankly I don't want a boy
who is built out of stone cold silver and rotting piles of dirt
I don't want a boy who isn't clever and doesn't let his nostalgia over take him from time to time...
so you can have that boy

*vm
vanessa Jan 2014
I'm completely okay with falling in love at 20 something
Really I am because falling into a love that is as beautiful and as deep as I long for is not one for fools it's not one for anyone who isn't a believer of battles, who isn't a carrier of the willful belief that "only the strong survive"
Quite frankly I believe although survival itself is human instinct it also is one for people of pain because if you hadn't known of heart break how'd you ever make it out alive in the first place? If you hadn't  learned about paper cuts and small stings how'd you ever know a sticky piece of paper was all you need to mend one wound? If you ask me that sounds a bit like fighting fire with fire
But maybe that's okay
Maybe it's okay to have your heart broken when you're young so maybe you won't be so naive to shallow waters the next time you come across them
And maybe it's okay to let someone claw their way through your soul --
Just make sure the lights not to dim
Make sure you know when to set the table for two
But make sure you know when dinner with your thoughts is okay too
I've realized this now all this time later
You can't mold someone into your idea of the perfect storybook lover but you can love them for all that they are when it's your turn
And I'm completely okay with falling in love at 20 something

*(v.m)
Jan 2014 · 476
He Was Quick To Remind Me
vanessa Jan 2014
The shattered pieces of glass on the floor remind me of what you did to my heart, they remind me of the pain but they also remind that somewhere between being broken over you my gut began to grow back together in the midst of missing you because you had done your damage however one day I met a boy who kissed like he had a secret and he was very quick to remind me I was not less than you he was quick to remind me I was stronger than any war ever fought and he was quick to remind me I was more beautiful than I thought
He was quick to remind me velvet is a lot like skin and that it's okay to be afraid of the dark
Although I'm a master at being left he taught me that painful lesson too, just like you only a mire month later
*(vm)
Jan 2014 · 668
3 devils (Part 2)
vanessa Jan 2014
(Disclaimer)
To The Boy With the Birthmark On His Right Lower Calf
( 9/18/09 - Forever Avenue )
You are a boy of a million different personalities one minute you love me more than anything the next you choose burned ashes over my last lit cigarette, you are the ocean beneath my feet you guide me to safer waters and make me believe in soulmates, i think that's what we were from the start, what we are, what we will always be. I will never love another boy like i do you. Five years has been but a pleasure, i could never truly walk away from you, you know that but i do take breaks from allowing you to make me cry because i don't want how much I love you to **** me I've heard it can happen so i guess in all respects this poem may not apply to you completely because you'll always be light in my life




This is my goodbye

To the Boy With the Cold Heart & the Four Glass Eyes
( 6/20/13 - 9/3/13 )
You are not made out of gold
You are rotten piles dirt
You were never one for intimate talks
In just 4 brutal encounters and 3 months of sweet nothing's you surely replaced you're sensitive skin for the persona of true devil in training
you sure were quick to remove cloth from skin
I should have figured it when I wanted to just lay and waste away or when I complained of being to tired to continue you'd say "you're being boring" as if the arousal was more exciting than being in nothingness together but maybe that's because you only loved my body however after you my body now disgusts me to look at, although I must say the scars are quite appealing , they haven't gone away.

To The Boy Who Made Me Feel Alive Again
( 12/6/13 - 12/27/13 )
You were true magic
A good listener from the start and quite polite when it came to the feel of velvet on velvet
You looked at me as I looked and the sky wondering how I even ended up here without being pronounced dead on arrival. That night in the dark with you was the night I released the last boy, the one just before you, from my ribcage for good and allowed you inside the darkest parts of me, thinking you would fix them or at least hoping you would, that made me feel somewhat okay, however when we reached my side of the street and our lips first collided I did not know it would be the first--and last time we would ever meet. Sometimes I thank God for meeting you even if you did leave like the rest
You made me feel alive for a good few weeks until you proved my theory of lovers wrong and calmly walked away, I like to think you'd come back if given the chance but maybe you're better off
I guess I'll never know

So to the both of you I have but one thing to say-- this is my goodbye

*(vm)
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