I never knew what beauty was until I saw him
With every imperfection,
With every stumble,
and with every stutter,
My heart knocks hard inside my chest
Trying to escape
Hoping to be captured by his warm, calloused fingers.
And you don't even know who I am
That day you bumped into me
I dropped all my books
You helped me pick them up
And I got to look into your eyes
They were a lovely color
Not even Picasso could recreate
And you still don't even know who I am
We bumped into one another again at a party
You slurred apologies and "excuse me's"
And I laughed it off
Trying to Ignore the fact that your hand was creeping on my waist
Your fingertips igniting sparks in my skin
You held your deep gaze with your Picasso-colored eyes
And dragged me into a room tripping over nothing
I thought you finally knew who I was
The next day at school you bumped into me again
You had dropped my phone
This time you didn't pick it up
And you walked away without a second glance or apology
And you still don't even know who I am
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 10:44 AM UTC
I swear
you're like
a *******
drug
I spend
half my
day craving
you
And the
other wishing
I never
tasted you
at all
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
"Why should I care
About the moon?
It is merely a rock
Illuminated by the sun."
"Ah, then
Why do you care
About him?
He's merely a broken human
Pieced together by your mind."
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC