She was like your first breath of air after coming up from underwater, and now I'm drowning.
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 11:09 AM UTC
How do I stop loving you?
How do I fall out of love?
It's been months and my heart still has your name written all over it
My lips still ache for the tingle that only yours can leave
My eyes still look for you on every street corner, in every crevice of myself
Your name is still like a broken record in my mind
The image of your eyes still burns when I close mine
My love for you will never die
For I have stayed yours
Come back and be mine
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 2:25 PM UTC
You traded sober love for drunken mistakes that you wished could be sober love once more
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 2:48 AM UTC
If I loved the wrong person with all I had then I wonder how immensely I could love the right person.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
I don't dance but babe I would dance all night with you
I don't dress up very often but I'd put on my finest attire to go out to simply see the smile on your face and no matter how I look I'd still just glimmer while you shine like a diamond hit by a ray of sun
I may not like Chinese but I'd eat it every night if it meant eating by your side
I don't watch scary movies but I would watch them all the time if I got the pleasure of holding your hand
You see you have me doing things I would never have before
I don't know how our story will end but I know you are meant to be in mine in some way, shape, or form
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
The rising and falling of your chest as you sing into sleep is the melody that soothes me
Fighting the urge to close our eyes we continue to whisper our goodnights
As you succumb to the exhaustion of your body, you whisper you love me
Your breathing is as a lullaby, easing me into the night
Miles apart from me but somehow you are right next to me
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
Poetry has seemed to curl up and die inside of me
When a part of me is broken it is so simple to "put words together beautifully"
Now that life is going well it seems as if poetry has disappear
As if the words no longer flow from my fingertips
I have never been a good writer, maybe I have never been a writer at all
My writing is average but it will never bring tears to one's eyes or change a part of someone's life
I desire to so swiftly and gracefully string words into beautiful phrases but its inadequacy is quite haunting
Music is in my veins, it flows through every fiber of my being but does writing even hold a candle to this symphony?
Will I ever write something meaningful?
Writing is relief
Writing is escape
But is my writing impacting?
I don't believe it is so maybe I should just put my pen down for good
I am not a writer
Some are born with the curse/blessing of having to get words out and their words move in the hearts others and cause tears to well up in the eyes of people but my writing, all my writing is is a sad joke compared to true writers
So maybe it is finally time to cap my pen and never pick it up again
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
Just because you are in love does not mean the sadness won’t stop creeping in, that some days you will feel yourself getting bad again.
Being in love is not about being happy all the time or acting happy for your significant other.
Love is about being vulnerable and letting your significant other sit there in the darkness and be a night light.
So come here.
Lie with me.
Be my night light because sometimes I am scared of the dark.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
My body and brain become in sync with nature.
A darkness always creeps over my skin in winter.
And just like the trees begin to die, so does a piece of me.
Snow falls down more like ashes around me than a flurry of beauty.
This snow may blanket the earth but it certainly is not keeping it warm.
It is as if winter is slowly freezing a portion of me.
So I will wait until spring when my heart slowly thaws and the birds once again sing a sweet melody.
I will crawl out of my own head where I have chosen to hibernate and let flowers grow in my mind.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
I've always wanted to travel the world.
I have such a desire to explore every crack, crevice, and beautiful sight this planet has to offer.
When I looked in your eyes I finally realized I didn't need to travel the world because I found my whole world staring into your eyes.
Now all I want is to follow those eyes wherever they go and I'll know I've seen the world.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC