Like the container you left in my kitchen when you forgot to say goodbye.
I stared at it and turned it over and over in my hands
As I packed to run away from your ghost.
I put it into the bottom of a box labeled “kitchen”
And I know its still sitting there, waiting for me,
For the day I eventually decided to unpack.
3.5 years later
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
No amount of make-up
can erase the ugly
from my
insides.
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 8:30 PM UTC
All my insecurities
Could eat me
For breakfast.
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
I can taste happiness.
Its right there;
Teasing me.
Begging me to get,
Just a little bit closer.
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 10:30 AM UTC
Hollow like the void that's grown between us.
Empty and broken.
A year and a half has passed.
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 4:33 PM UTC
There are too many words to say.
What an idiot
I was for saying;
Nothing.
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
I turned love into the least important stop on my route.
I turned love into a duty that I never cared to complete.
Until that first night in our favourite bar, I'd cycled through person after person.
I ran as soon as I felt them feeling something for me.
But your body was my redemption;
Every freckle, every curve and every cell of you became a part of me.
The scent of your hair was intoxicating.
And I never found the words to tell you ,
That your kiss made me need to be a better person.
Your kiss made all the mistakes I made inconsequential.
In your mouth I tasted my future,
And in your body I tasted the person I was to become.
I haven't done a lot of things I'm proud of.
And my life is not what I'd expected it to be.
And the greatest love stories of all time cannot help me sum up
What it was like when you stole that first sober kiss
At the top of the stairs in my brand new apartment.
Its the love that let me go that I can't bring myself to let go of.
And there was that night you accidentally dyed your hair red.
Too much tequila made your face glow and you looked me in the eyes
And said that you felt ugly.
I laughed ad told you that even if all your hair fell out,
And I went blind you'd still be the most beautiful girl in the world.
I had made the assumption that when it was time for me to fall in love,
That I'd know exactly what to do and how to feel.
I'd never imagined that the silly nineteen-year-old girl that I kissed in too public of a place.
Would become the woman i loved and my private muse for years to come.
And you were always a little too funny and a bit too loud,
And a lot less mature than we both are now.
I wanted to grow up with you and fall in love with you again 10 years down the road.
I wanted to cultivate a love with you that lasted through the cold winter months,
And years of parenting.
I wanted to rediscover our youth once the kids have grown.
And to kiss you on every continent.
Everything you say you feel for her is everything I've known I've felt for you for years.
So I never pushed my way back into your conscious thoughts.
I never begged to be a part of your life because poets are doomed to live tragically.
And I am ****** to live in the void your presence had left in its wake.
Now that you're gone I'm trying to jump back into my old cycle.
I'm trying to teach myself to fall again.
But everytime I kiss someone new, (it's only happened twice)
I can taste you.
You took everything wen you left.
I'm so used up I don't know if I have anything to give someone new.
You look older now and I've missed out on precious years.
Your name used to slip of my tongue like syrup that was a little too sweet.
I've been on a sugar high for a couple of years now.
Even though the way you left was more than a little bitter,
I can still taste honey when I speak your name.
You made love a 6 letter word.
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 3:10 PM UTC
I want to spend sixty years married to you.
I want to forget what it feels like to grocery shop without you driving.
I want to stop remembering what it felt like to only wash my laundry.
I want to have the smell of you become the smell of home;
I want to get lost in the back of your mind,
in the back of your heart so that every thought and beat includes me.
I want to hire an architect and watch him build our home,
I want to plant a garden with you.
I want to joke that you killed the plants we both neglected to water.
I want to fall in love with your glow every single morning for the next sixty years.
I want to make wine with you,
And I want to drink too much of it at our kitchen table.
I want to fold you seamlessly into every sentence I craft.
I want to buy dogs with you, and laugh with you.
I want to tease you until you scream,
I want to call ******** whenever you're wrong,
And I want to forgive you for every mistake you'll ever make,
and I hope you'd forgive me of mine.
I want to laugh and laugh and laugh until we cry.
I want to make you dinner every night,
and I want to dry our dishes.
I want us to become a single entity in our friends minds.
I want us to flow perfectly into infinite love.
I want to kiss you until our lips are tender,
And I want to fall in love with you some more.
I want to fight and cry with you until our last days on earth.
I want to make love to you for the next sixty years.
I want every word I say to you to be the poetry I see in you.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 12:53 AM UTC
Because you smell like walking down the candle aisle at walmart
Because you dance badly and often.
Because you understand that Nirvana is more than teen sprit.
Because you read about science for fun
Because you laugh too loud and you drink too often.
Because you made me smile in the most real way.
Because kissing you never got boring,
And because the butterflies never went anywhere.
Because you know who Steve Vai is
And because you like to canoe.
Because you’re a dog person, and you’re a cat person.
Because you didn’t eat normal, and you knew about quiona.
Because your mom has seven christmas trees,
Because you laughed when I sang Prince Ali
and because you were everything I needed you to be.
Because you have funny looking feet,
and you snore too loud.
Because you over think things, and you never relax.
Because you like to hike and because your pets all have strange names.
Because I can still look back and laugh at how silly we were.
Because I still find a way to bring you up in every conversation.
Because our tattoo artist coloured your skin so perfect.
And because you’re more beautiful first thing in the morning than anyone else I’ve seen.
I love you because your hips always fit my hands so perfect,
And because staying up too late talking to you is better than kissing someone else.
Because I’m going to remember your smile and the way your nose brushed mine when we kissed for the rest of my life
And because I will never forgive myself for letting you walk
Because you’re exactly what I dreamed of and nothing I would have expected.
Because I’ve never been good with words,
Because you weren’t either.
Its because when I looked at you, I saw it back.
Because being in love with you regardless of time, distance and rationality ended up being the only thing I’m really good at.
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 3:06 PM UTC
In my life story you'd be the heroine.
You'd have chapters devoted to your hip bones,
And verses about your scent.
I'd write run-on sentences about the musical notes of your laughter
And paragraph after paragraph about the way you looked first thing in the morning.
I'd invent new poetic devices to describe the feel of your skin against mine.
In your life story I'm a sentence, the bare minimum.
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 10:04 PM UTC