Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
I think not, for the day's end soon approaches as does Summer's demise.
Shall I compare them to a sparkling diamond?
Again, I think not, for many diamonds are cut apart to gain their beauty.
Shall I compare thee to a crescendo of song, reaching its peak?
Still, I think not, for each and every note may yet still go sour.
While some may profess these things as perfection, you are indeed perfection in my eyes.
Now and forever.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 5:09 PM UTC
your arms made of inked words, wrapped around the centre of my entire universe. you have become the beautiful drawings of memories I never want to erase. your love has replaced the blood running through my veins, and all I need is a whisper of an 'i love you' to feel alive. because that's what I am now; alive and running free with ideas I never thought were possible. but they're possible with you. I danced last night, high off your love, tripping and stumbling over myself, but all I could think about was what your arms around me would feel like and all I could remember was the rush of giddiness I felt when I first met you, and how you caught me so easily.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 9:16 AM UTC
you wrote to me again, last night. i could feel your strong hands through the crumpled paper, and i was reminded of the way you spoke, of the way your thoughts would float around my room like cherry blossoms, lost in the sweet smell of spring.
and me, lost in the sweet escape of you. the hypnotizing way you brought me into your summer light, and showed me what it was like to live. what it was like to be unafraid. because with you, i never felt scared.
but the sun began to dry up. taking away the dewy, summery days, where you held my hand. your words became fallen autumn leaves, red and orange, as they crunched under the weight of the heavy boots i wore back before the spring.
and this is when the ice came; it frosted up your eyes, and i knew i wouldn't be able to get you back. your hand, that once was filled with life and love, now gave me frostbite; one that i cannot recover from, because you have drained me of everything that i have, and everything that i was.
when i was nine years old, i learned about the seasons. i knew that after spring, came summer. following the summer came fall. and following that, came the winter.
i still wonder why i could never remember my seasons, when it came to you.
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC
We’re in our mid-twenties
Making our way home from the bar
You
Drunk on sweet cotton candy *****
Stumbling and flowing through my grasp as I help you into the car
Me
Drunk on your kisses
Sweeter than any cotton candy
From those blush colored lips of yours
Drunk on the soothing scent of apples
Hanging in the air between us
Drunk on those warm hot chocolate colored eyes of yours
That always manage to drown me in their endless depth
Drunk on that innocent smile
That pulls me in with the promise of things much less innocent
Drunk on the way you slurred
The words I love you
And immediately followed it up with a laugh
Drunk on the way your spirit seemed to fly free
How your thoughts seemed to soar
In the moonlit night above
Drunk on every aspect of your entire existence
And I hope I do not sober up anytime soon
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC
you are
the product
of your environment
you are
the summation of goods
and pieces
that they decided
to put together
you are
the left behind ruins
and scrap metal
that they found
and fixed into one,
and hoped for the best
you are
anger and screaming matches
and 2 am nights
when the house became
one person too short
you are
the tears of left behind scars
that you saved up in jars
because maybe
if you saved up enough,
you could wash away
all the bad memories
wash away the remains
of what you are
maybe then
you wouldn't just be made up of
regrets and sorry nights
maybe then
you'd be okay
with what you've become
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC
i fall into you. into your beautiful. into everything that you are, and everything that you've created for me. you've picked out the things you know i'd like, created a collage of truth and love. and i think i'm falling into it.
but sometimes, i notice the way the page rips. and i notice how your glue doesn't always keep your picture stuck together. and i see how you so desperately try to cover up the fake roses you used, because you didn't feel like pricking your finger for the real one.
maybe i should keep a rope and a ladder, for the next time i see you
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 7:49 AM UTC
souls hidden in flesh and bone
enclosed in the containment
of physiological being
a galaxy
eclipsed by the shadows
of biology and cells
an entire universe
with the way our hands tingle
and the way your words
feel against mine
our souls
hidden in flesh and bone
trying to reach out
trying to create
an infinity
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 11:29 AM UTC
I remember my last love letter to you and how I apologized for being more ocean than girl, more suffocating than soft. I remember promising my reflection that I'd stop my heart from overflowing and I'd try to loosen my grip on you. I remember waking up the next morning and finding my heart on the front porch - beating and bleeding. Nothing too sentimental attached - just a plain old 'sorry' as if you had only bumped me by accident or forgotten to reply to a text. I remember trying to shove it back through your mailbox and your shaking head standing at the window. I remember waking up to everything smeared and hazy for two weeks straight I never knew morning from afternoon. faded rose that used to be bright scarlet. I remember being pink for a while. It took me months to wash your stains from my walls but soon I was stark and white. Naked and empty. But at least you were gone. I remember swearing to never look at red again. Let alone touch it. But it's knocking at my door every morning and banging on the windows all night long. I try to ignore her singing but sometimes I crouch at the keyhole and hum along. Sometimes I stand clutching the key in my prettiest dress.
Last night I grew too curious. Opened the door just a crack. I saw love crimson and crying in my garden corner surrounded by empty bottles and cigarette buds.
I saw you drunk and tired
We gave up at the same time
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC
i want to bury myself in your beautiful and let you take me away into a spiral of drunken giddiness where your words become my addiction. i want to wrap myself in your soulful air and breathe in the arms that you wrap around me. i need u s to become us and for us, to become that one word that makes you smile in the beautiful way you do.
you once told me, my smile was the prettiest thing that you'd seen in a long while. but darling, maybe you don't understand how the times i really smile are the times when you do too; when you look at me in a way that only i know. in a way that makes me believe it's real. and we are; we are real, and it's beautiful
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 8:34 AM UTC