How wonderful it is
To tell you
I love you
But how terrifying
That when you say
You do too
*I cannot make myself
Believe.*
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 9:41 AM UTC
Don't leave me alone in the house
For just like me the house refuses to function without you
The TV seems uninteresting when you are not there to watch it
Food loses it's taste
The taps refuse to co-operate
The curtains tease and torment me
The cat doesn't want to eat
For just like me he seems lost without you
The fans and the air-conditioner seem useless
For only you can calm the fire that burns my soul
The lights don't seem to work
For nothing is as illuminating as your presence
The house without you seems like a graveyard
So please come back
'Coz the bed just like my heart is getting cold....
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 11:05 PM UTC
He knew it was love when he awoke in the middle of a dream that felt like the answer to a prayer and he didn't care if it was god whispering the truth in his ear or the devil selling him a lie and he knew either way he would love her until this lifes last breath and find her again filling his lungs with the first of his next
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC
Saying goodbye to you is like getting hit by a train;
Not because it hurts, but because it could mean the end.
The mortality rate of being hit by a train is 90%,
So I've decided that the likelihood of never seeing you again is like that.
There's a chance that I may say goodbye, and that will be it,
But there's also a chance that I may say goodbye and will leave only with battle wounds.
My last kiss with you could be so painful that it will leave me with scars forever,
Or it could stop my heart in its tracks.
I could hear your voice whisper my name in the dimlit dorm room one last time,
And feel all of the bones break in my body,
Or my spinal cord could sever and leave me just like that.
Either way,
I think I still want to take my chances,
Because scars fade
And bones heal,
So there's a 10% chance that saying goodbye to you,
Will not be my last chance to say it.
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 7:16 PM UTC
why do you look at me
like that?
like i am something
you are about to consume?
i can see you,
you winked at me,
didn't you?
i'm scared of touch,
i curl away with fear
at the slightest brush
of the skin.
please don't make me explain
to you
how scared i am
to go near your house.
it's not you,
it's my fear of what come next,
it's my fear of letting you down.
i'm scared to let people down.
i don't want
you
to
be
disappointed
in
me.
i don't exist for your approval,
yet i am empty.
i'm so lonely,
i have been for ages,
but i'm tired of confusing my
loneliness
for dark nights,
empty promises,
hollow "yes"s
and cold fingers.
do
not
touch
me
do
not
kiss
me
do
not
hold
me
i
am
too
fragile
for
you
i
will
break
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 1:33 AM UTC
It's 4:02 am
And I'm craving your mesmerizing brown eyes more than ever,
the ones you never liked and the ones you wanted to change badly.
But you never saw them with my eyes,
you never realized they had a compelling and authentic power...
Your dark brown eyes could wake anybody up more than dark coffee ever did,
they fulfilled you with electricity, magic and colorful butterflies in your chest.
Your dark brown eyes told stories,
ones you could read over and over and you'd never get tired of it,
ones that awed you more than an Ernest Hemingway book ever did
Your eyes were a mystical dark brown
with shades, nuances and hues that could resemble the dark depths of the center of earth.
And if he looks at you the way he looks at me, oh those dark brown eyes have the overwhelming spell of freezing you
into a trance full of freedom and euphoria, and there, right there
you'll find stars floating and lighting up the galaxy's edge and the center of the universe, but only if you look closely enough.
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 1:03 AM UTC
Her heart only has so much room
So many moved in and moved on through
Leaving stains that bruised.
She does her best to clean the rooms
But feels ashamed she had to move on too.
She's afraid to re-open the wounds
What if they can't handle what she's been through?
What can her poor heart do?
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 1:00 AM UTC
Is it the playful chase
The innocent discovery
The carefree connectivity
Of our youth
Is it the outlined criteria
Designed and designated
Set by our dreams and goals
Set in stone to crumble
Is it that freeing moment
When we just knew
When I stood by his side
Through to death
Is it the messy memories
Of a drunken misfits dream
Leading us through the desert
To another bar of separation
Is it the calm convenience
The perfect formula for peace
The support we always craved
Which lacks desire
Or is it the wolf
That shattered all my illusions
Fostered my delusions
Shook me from my place of love
Cracked my DNA
Birthed my fear
Killed my nostalgia
Fueled my obsession
I don't know what love is after all
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 1:00 AM UTC