I am in love with your biological makeup
Your mess of countless diverse cells
The cells that form the epidermis that wraps around you and calls you home.
Those cells that are constantly replacing old for new
The dead layer unnoticeably falling off with no harm when you touch me.
The dead cells that make mine feel alive
To the point I only feel alive with your cells which are plummeting to death but regenerating mine back to life.
The cells that come together in an array of ways to compose your beautiful, yet, intriguing soul are the same ones that help compose who I am.
Even though the ones that touch me are dead, they are the ones that make me feel alive.
And I cannot live without them.
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
I've never really enjoyed Brown eyes, since mine are a shade of brown and Amber.
Yet, when I gaze into your dark brown eyes, I see life and feel emotions I never knew existed.
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 12:44 AM UTC
I don't know where it started, or how it began, but here I am sinking deeper and deeper.
With every breath my lungs become heavier and I sink even further.
With the burden of you and all you do, it's like a chain with a weight is atteached to my ankle, sinking deeper.
wait
What's that?
An oxygen tank, some air to finally breath.
Yet, the tank only has 5 minutes left
And I'm left sinking faster than ever
rock bottom
deepest
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC
You used to be my cup of tea, now you're my cup of coffee with Bailey's
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC
My heart and eyes are heavy yet my soul is somewhere else trying to fly
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
My heart has started beating again, although it never stopped I can now feel it powering my body instead of just keeping me alive.
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 8:43 AM UTC
I look in the mirror and I don't even know who is staring back at me
My eyes don't light up the same and my figure is over twelve pounds lighter
I'm confused as hell as to who I've become the past few months because I don't even know
And all that I can think is that the answer lies at the bottom of many empty bottles
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 8:44 AM UTC
I could write a sweet sounding symphony based off of what it feels like to be held by your arms.
An infinite amount of photos could never capture what your eyes speak to me.
I could write down every thought of you that crosses my mind, but could never express how much you mean to me.
An infinite amount of mouths could smile back at me, yet never make me as happy as yours.
Nothing can do the justice of explaining how thankful I am for you and how much I love you
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
I've undergone a change
A one in which the love in my heart has been replaced with hate, and the hate on my mind has been replaced with love.
Hate and sadness now runs throughout my whole body
Sending what seems to be more and more with every pump
A thought of love may cross my mind and I'll feel like I am warm again
Only to be fooled
Pump
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC
Oh how my body aches
Sadness and hate filling what was once happiness and love
How living had become just breathing and only feeling anything around one person
And when that person cannot comfort me I am in a stage of limbo
Somewhere between lost and trying to be found
My heart begs for one man's comfort and love, tearing me apart when it is not there
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 7:31 PM UTC