she reads books and she plays music
the cute, innocent
clumsy girl
with freckles on her cheeks
you like to read and listen to music
the cool, handsome
sweet-talking man
who likes freckles on her cheeks
[ or at least you said you did ]
she rolls her eyes at your compliments
the cautious, bright
guarded girl
with curiosity in her eyes
you lay them on thick
the certain, sharp
imprudent man
with hidden agendas on your lips
she lingers a little longer
in hopes of crossing your path throughout the day
she laughs at your jokes
and you know they're not funny
she sings for you in the car because
you like her voice
[ or at least you said you did ]
she's become good at excuses
the hopeful, naive
kind-hearted girl
with sureness in her words
you soak them up
the stark, ill-intentioned
vacant boy
with uncertainty in your voice
she gave all she had to care for you,
the smooth, clever
self-serving boy
you convinced her that you loved her
[ or at least you said you did ]
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 10:46 AM UTC
you got drunk that night
just three sips you said
and you already out of your mind
it has been a while you said
I listen to you with smiles on face
another minutes passed
and I already pictured the gaps between our fingers
hello I said
you can't seem to sleep
the night drag you like forever
and you wished to touch me against my chin
I got you on my mind you said
I can't seem to have enough
just distance ain't far be patient over and over
and I wished for the words against my ears
I will see you soon I said
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
He was the sun, and I was the moon.
Without him, I couldn't illume the night.
I took all the darkness, he had morning and noon,
Without each other, the world wasn't right.
He was the fire, and I was the ice.
He'd bring the chaos without thinking twice.
Whatever flesh he burns, I come to aid.
I touch him without ever being afraid.
He was the ground, and I was the sky.
Aware of each other, but turn a blind eye.
He gave me vapor, I gave him the weather;
It was our only way of being together.
He was the mass, and I was the space.
And without hesitation, in my life, he took place.
I let him consume me, I didn't mind, you see,
I was just happy that somebody needed me.
He was he, and I was me.
What a fool I've been to trust and believe
That we need each other, when the sad truth is,
All there has been for us, was to coexist.
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 12:48 AM UTC
Baby if you call me at 4 am,
Too sad to even say hello,
I will listen to your sadness,
Until you fall asleep.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
when a boy shows you his hands
bare except for the dust
he’s begging you to look past
take them in yours.
squeeze them once.
twice.
say without speaking
that you understand that the valleys
in his palms were meant to cradle
shooting star wishes
that he’s allowed to still hope for.
when a boy shows you his eyes
of milk and crimson and melanin
a bloodshot vein for every night he can’t sleep
let him shut his eyelids.
say without speaking
that you understand that the black hole pinpricks
of his irises hold more than the universe
should allow.
when a boy shows you his soul
shivering but still working toward friction
iced over but still working toward melting
let him come to rest next to yours.
say without speaking
that you understand that he is lonely
and that his silence speaks volumes
and that you kept his treasure close
because you love him.
when a boy shows you his hands
show him your hands.
when a boy shows you his eyes
show him your eyes.
when a boy shows you his soul
show him that
this is a comfortable place to rest it.
when a boy shows you the hardness that shaped him
show him the softness
that you have in store.
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 2:51 AM UTC
What is real
What’s pretend
Go to hell
Come back again
Are we human
Or
Wondering souls
Roaming the earth
Until we grown old
Making mistakes
Fulfilling dreams
Everything around you
May not be what it seems
The grass isn’t always greener
On the other side
It’s all about interpretation
Through someone else's eyes
Crystal waters
Golden white sand
Palm trees swaying
Listening to a band
Looking at something
Believing it’s real
Tangible items
You will always feel
Is it real or fantasy
Either way you look at it
You will see clearly now
When you close your eyes and BELIEVE
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 11:52 PM UTC
insidious lies:
the ones with a hint of truth
we tell ourselves
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 7:53 PM UTC
dare you, dare you, dare myself
showed the rushing beast all over my body
and I will love you
look at you, look at you, look at me
kissed every imperfect-fractured pieces of you
and I love you more
find you, find you, find myself
exchanged the grey with my twinkling rhythm
and I still love you
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 4:29 AM UTC
There is a story to tell.
I met a person.
There is much to tell.
Choked up emotions.
The person listens.
Reads my stories too.
Not only the intro,
but the whole thing through.
Tells me I am great,
when I know the truth.
This has to be fate.
Because it soothes.
Positive and,
Appreciates.
Hard work, effort.
Invigorates.
The person fills,
me with words.
When I am lost,
and I am slurred.
Hair so curly,
Maybe straight.
Not sure, did
not speculate.
Eyes brown,
maybe blue.
Come to think of it,
it is you.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 12:48 AM UTC