my hair was done
my outfit looked great
my jewelry was in place and
my lips were painted.
but i didn't paint my nails
it didn't dawn on me until you pulled
up to the driveway and i had
been anxiously staring at my hands
that i had forgotten something
crucial.
i didn't think i looked perfect
like i had previously
believed.
the doubt sat in the back of
my mind as i kissed you hello,
hoping you wouldn't notice that
the color of my nails were
chipped, fading, and
various shades of dull.
as the day went on, you still
held my hand with the
grip you had before, you
still looked into my eyes as if
they were galaxies unfolding
in your line of vision, you
still played with my fingers and
kissed the back of my hand, and you
still kissed me till my
painted lips were smeared.
i laughed at the end of the day and
thought,
but i didn't paint my nails.
it didn't matter to you.
you probably never noticed.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
it's hard for me to let go of material
things, i'll admit
but i can,
without hesitation,
put you above my passion.
poetry.
a pen and paper has always
been there for me
when i needed it,
almost like a
security blanket.
but with you...
i am at a loss for words;
the stanzas are jumbled
and the words are
crisscrossed in my mind,
for you are all the poetry i
could ever pen.
the words that make
up the metaphors that
make up the stanzas
that make up the poem are
all entangled in the
flecks of hazel
in your eyes.
those eyes look at me with love,
and ****
am i a lucky woman.
cause you are my poetry, and
maybe..
just maybe..
i'm your fantasy storyline.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
i want to be with someone for so
long that it takes me
a few seconds to recall
how many years it has been.
not because i'm forgetful, but
because it has been
that long
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
everywhere i look
is a haunting reminder
of you...
i can only dream that
ghosts crawl up and
circle your
neck
when you see something that
reminds you
of me.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
there's so much more to say
and a lot more to show
but i can't find the right
arrangement of words
to put it all together
so i'll keep it confined to the
spider web of thoughts
locked away in the
innermost part of my mind
you're the only thing that
makes me feel anymore and
i crave your touch so i can
come alive again
for i've been dead so long;
a corpse with a beating heart
and i have done nothing to fix it
yet i lay here day in
and day out
thinking about how
we long for days that
may not exist and
the sunrises and
sunsets that are
existing without our eyes
in awe at their beauty
the stars that come out and
the wishes we aren't making on
them
the heartbeats that aren't syncing
the love we aren't making
the breath we aren't sharing and
simply the life we aren't living
i'd love to tell you all this because
there is so much more to
a feeling than an
initial explanation
but i'm just me
and you are all of you...
i shouldn't love you
but ****
i do.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
how could you
possibly
be a failure
if you make someone feel
as if they've found success
in their life
by
finding you?
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC
you know what? this kills. knowing you're probably lying there with a head chock full of thoughts that i wish i could ease but i know i can't. it ate at me all day because i knew something was wrong. i still don't know exactly what is wrong, and that's okay. that's your business. but hey, i'm here to tell you something. and you're gonna listen, okay? there is so much more to you than what you see in the mirror. you're so used to your own personality and physical features that you don't understand how your supposed weeds could look like blossoming roses to another. but guess what? they do. sure, your smile says "happy" but your eyes say "help", but there are still universes to be discovered in the depths of those eyes. they say that eyes are the window to the soul, and god, your eyes are like windows to nebulae bursting with light and power and colors and stars. your smile conveys what you may be too shy to say, and your laugh is the call of an innocent child trapped in the body of a man who has had a rough life and has been shaped by it, for better and possibly also for worse. i'm glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes, you can forget. because you deserve so much more than what you've been handed, whether you agree with me or not. you deserve the world and all the stars in the sky and all the time left and beyond to do what you strive for. but there is a limit to what i can give you, so i hope you will take with a generous hand what i have to give. i can give you the love you deserve and perhaps a hand to hold. and maybe---just maybe---i can help you see that the weeds you believe that are growing in your heart and polluting your ribcage are actually roses. they've got thorns, but pain is easier to handle when it's divided between two. And i would gladly bleed for you.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
I can smell him on my sheets
I can taste him in my dreams
I can still feel every inch where he's touched me
I hear his laughter echoing in the walls
I can still see him in all these pictures I saved for
memories
But this bed is bare
My dream's a nightmare
I can't hear
His laughter
He's not near
Enough to touch
My eyes are blinded by tears
He's killed my senses,
I'm no longer aware
Everything around me, slowly fading away
His face, his scent, his laughter, his touch
Maybe I'll just pop a few pills and sleep away the day
At least he's in my nightmares, the pain of reality is too much
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
i lay here in bed
and think about how it would feel
to have you here next to me,
to have your hand enclosed in mine and
feeling the soft pulse that
resonates through the soft skin
of your fingertips.
all i see are the gentle hues of the
sun against the dimming sky,
and i think about how
insignificant it probably seems
in comparison to the
galaxies that form and
radiate in your eyes, for
the descending sun is
merely a speck in the
solar systems that inhabit your
heart, mind, eyes, and soul.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC