He whispered my name into my ear and kissed my neck
It sent a shock down my spine
His hands explored my body like new land
I ran my fingers through the spirals of his hair
He was exactly what I'd been looking for
He tasted like yes
Then a flash of recognition appeared
Your lips
I stopped for a second and he asked "what's wrong?"
I shook my head and said "nothing" and continued
As my lips kissed this beautifully perfect man
I worried he might be able to taste you
God knows I still do
-C.M.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 8:46 AM UTC
I am sorry that I'm still stuck floating in the sea of a past lover
This is why I have not fully submerged into your water
But
See
I drowned in his ocean and haven't swam since
-C.M
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC
A long night of drinking lead me to the thought of you. I go on my phone and I find a picture of you and her. I begin to cry and look up at my cousin. I slur out "I wish he would have died that night in the hospital..." My cousin looks at as if I was insane. I nod my head, look down and continue "...so I could have been the last thing he tasted."
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
Ever loved and cared for someone so much?
Isn't it so hauntingly beautiful
How they can make you feel vulnerable
Yet they give you such a delightful feeling at the same time
They slowly open your chest
Which leads them to opening your heart
For them having the advantage of
Messing you up
And ripping your apart
And all your life you build all these walls
Protecting your kingdom, which is your heart
By having all these guards to keep you away from heart break
Then one day
One person
Not any different from any other person in this world
Who you did not ask for to come into your life
Just decides to step in
Wanders through your life
Knowing your strengths and weaknesses
Then they become a part of your daily routine
And you give them a part of you
That you never did to anyone else before
You just hand all these things to them
But they never asked for it
Because they did something insane
Like hold your hand or smile at you
Then this life of yours
Your little kingdom is opened
Welcoming them into your own world
Then this place of your own becomes theirs too
And your life isn't your own
Because loving someone will get inside you
Holding you a prisoner
Enrapturing you in every way possible
Letting you have all these emotions
Making you feel alive
Then leaving you in the darkness
And one day
That special person tells you
"I'm no good for you. We should stay friends"
Shatters you apart like a broken glass
A splinter working its way into your beating heart
And it hurts a **** lot
Not the type of hurt you'll get over it soon type of hurt
But a hurt where it eats you inside
A hurt where it rips every part of you
The kind of hurt where it gets into your brain
Making you go insane
But also the kind of hurt where only that one person can fix
And even after they make you feel this way
You'll do it all over again
Because it's worth it
They are worth it
And that is what it means to love
It is painfully beautiful
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
On my quest in solidarity I have found my happiness. She is the most beautiful entity I have yet to see, and I intend on staying with her for the rest of my life.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 8:21 PM UTC
I keep writing about you
A lot of people say that my poetry is amazing and I have no idea why they say that
And I think it's because they're all about you, because you're god **** wonderful
But what you don't know and what they have no idea is that
I stare at the ceiling for hours
And my hands can't seem to move
Leaving my pen untouched and just having a blank page
Filled with no words about you or about love
Because all I feel is frustration and disappointment
Maybe I write these things but it actually doesn't come close to how I'm really feeling
But if actions could be expressed into words
I would write about how I should have hugged you for hours and convinced you to stay
How your favourite song just came up the radio, reminding me the first you made me listen to it
I would write about me standing outside the rain near the bus stop, thinking and replaying all the things you said to me, as I hide my tears from the rain
Then I realized I never had you
We were never official
I would write about the burning fire from my heart as it start to burn because of how much I miss you
and how the burning flakes have reached my brain at 3 in the morning thinking about how I miss your voice and how I crave your presence
And then I remember being up so late was only that much fun when you were still around, with our deep talks & late phone calls
I wish every god **** day that you were still here
And I don't know how to end this writing because there is no poetic way to say and describe how I feel so empty and that I just want you back
But what I know is that I'll never let go
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
I remember staring at you. I would marvel at how great you were. How your broad shoulders would push back when you'd walk. How you would laugh with such passion. How you tucked your bottom lip in when you cried. You were not only the love of my life but my best friend. I feel you in the when the wind blows through my hair, mimicking your fingers. I feel you when I look over the city at night, I remember sitting on the edge of the observatory, talking about what else could be out there. I feel you the most when I looked at the sky. You were my sky. I see your eyes in the stars, gleaming, hoping to find meaning in why God has done these merciless things to you.
-C.M.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 4:13 AM UTC
You will always be my moon
But I will one day soon
I will find a sun
Who will eclipse you
He'll illuminate the uncertainty of what I once thought was love.
-C.M.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
When I think of moving on from you
I always forget that you're embedded in my skin,
something I can't take off and you're apart of me now.
They say "be comfortable in you own skin,"
but how can I sleep in my own skin when
you're poking at my body at 4 am, keeping me up,
all the way from your house,
where your skin is soft and warm
pressed up against
hers?
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
I still have that image of your lifeless body lying in that hospital bed
Some days I can't get it out of my head
When your mother sees me she cries
I can't help but ask why
Her eyes blood shot
Her head a mess
I remember she looked down and said
It should've been me instead
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 9:44 AM UTC