It use to be a promise of the stars and the moon.
2 years go by and I suppose you forgot.
I keep hope close, that soon you'll remember.
It's so much more than you realize.
I don't need the materialistics,
I just want the luxuries of time.
But that's the one thing you don't have.
Even if you did, you wouldn't know how to give.
So I wait,
because without a doubt I know it's worth waiting for.
Knowing that there is no knowing.
If, or when.
But when you are close,
the gamble is no question.
It all fades away,
feels like a sure thing.
So, forgive me when I assume.
Please forgive me when I am repetitive.
So far this is all I know.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 4:28 AM UTC
He wanted to leave his mark on the world..
instead, he left scars on her heart.
He wanted the moon,
but she was the stars.
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 3:34 AM UTC
As i opened my eyes on an early Sunday morning,
as rain softly tapped on the window,
I realized, just as promised,
a new season was approaching.
I rolled over and there you were.
I wrapped my arms around you
thinking to myself, "this is where I belong".
My heart sank when you placed your head
to rest, right on my chest.
I felt your heart, pulsing, and in perfect sync with mine.
I ran my fingers through your dark hair, admiring
what a perfect piece of art you are.
It was almost tragic how you didn't know.
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 4:09 AM UTC
*caught somewhere
between
loving you unconditionally
and
wanting to love myself*
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC
I believe in love at first sight
and not giving up on that fight
I believe in fairy tales
and true love that prevails
I believe in romance
and taking her hand for the slow dance
I believe in fate
and good things come to those that wait
I believe in simple pleasures
and also making grand gestures
I believe in the ultimate sacrifice
and not needing to think about it twice
I believe in dreams
and clouds bursting at the seams
I believe what you do gets done in return
and that some people will never learn
I believe real beauty comes from within
and never judging because we all have sin
I believe in God above
and the fact that God is love
I believe in miracles
and sticking to your principles
I believe in honesty
trust, virtue and integrity
I believe in innocence
and old fashioned sentiments
but most of all I believe in you
and everything that you do
so to you my heart I am sending
as I believe in happy endings.
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
She explained loving her wouldn't be easy.
He agreed, it would be war.
He held the gun as she handed him the bullets.
He softly sighed as he embraced the blessing of the massacre in front of him.
She ran her fingers through her hair in
distress, grasping the top of her skull.
He looked at her and saw the storm in her eyes.
He knew without question, she was wondering if
she was worth it.
She wanted him in the bluntest way.
She wanted him endlessly, to the millionth degree.
But, there were no words she could find to put together to explain the unworthiness she felt.
Then fell a silence.
He looked into her eyes as he placed his
finger on the trigger.
He loved her.
And to know what he would do for her
terrified him.
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 5:55 AM UTC
Is it not funny
how the right hemisphere of the brain
controls the left half of the body;
where our hearts reside?
It's as if,
God made sure
that our love
would be connected
to both our creative and emotional
half of our mind,
while also,
to our most precious
and protected *****
It seems we
are being constantly reminded
that love is both:
Beautiful+Vulnerable.
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 5:42 AM UTC
Little by little,
the pieces of her mixed up soul are
coming back together.
Little by little,
she's finding herself.
She's drowning,
drunk in love,
in inspiration,
in all the things she doesn't understand.
She has no remorse for the one who held
the door wide open for her as she was leaving,
for they were part of the struggle and lesson
she learned from.
There's passion, or nothing at all.
And what she has, is the type that drips down your
back, and soaks the sheets.
The exact kind that makes you lose sleep,
and late for work the next day.
She wasn't the one, and she's okay with that.
She knows you need easy, and she knows she never
will be.
She will forever be difficult, million dollar smile and
all, with a sharp edge.
She grows wild and untamed,
and you won't know what to make of her kind
surviving on her own.
She's not nearly enough.
She's everything else.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC