I could feel every single color
known to man and I could
hear even the slightest creak
in the floor that night.
Even with Pink Floyd
blaring in the background,
I could still feel every bone
inside of me vibrate and the
walls began to move and it
was euphoric, the way air
blowing across your face felt
like a storm raging across
your dark room. Your touch
felt even more electric and I
couldn't tell if I was calm or
excited or just completely in
love with you.
I think you were getting
annoyed with me, but I can't
really remember. I just remember
colors and laughing and wanting
to reach for the stars more than
I already do. I just remember not
wanting anything more than that
moment, because the feelings I
felt were perfect and the sight I
held of you was perfect and
everything was absolutely
perfect.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 5:12 AM UTC
I stare into the darkness of the room, tears running down my face.
Silence.
Nothing comes to mind but you.
You
You
You
******
Why cant i forget about you?
Why wont my heart let you go?
******
I wish this wasnt so hard.
You got over me in an instant,
Why cant i get over you?
******
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 5:11 AM UTC
What's the point of love
I do not know.
What's the point of living
If I can't find love.
What's the point of love
I do not know.
I need to love someone
I need to use my heart.
What's the point of love
I do not know.
They will die eventually.
And I will be alone.
What's the point of love
I think I know.
Don't take me seriously
I think it has gone.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 5:11 AM UTC
I have secrets written down on scraps of paper thrown underneath my bed but you're my biggest I took advantage of you and how you felt when I would make you smile I made you feel like a grain of dirt in my garden and I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I thought I was innocent and perfect that I could do no wrong especially to you but it was all a lie I made myself believe and you believe for so long I hate that I hurt you and I hate how I can't take any of it back I cannot stand the thought of you wandering around today or years from now thinking of me as a storm who did not do anything good but destroy it's precious surrounding I really pray that the thought of me does not pass your mind when you are sad and that I'm not pinned in the back of your mind but out of your mind I cannot stand to think that you will remember me as someone who broke you instead of someone who loved you
-something I wish she would say to me.
j.f
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 5:11 AM UTC
Can I melt into your bones
and become part of you?
Let me be the sound of your heartbeat,
or the blood pumping in your veins.
I'll be the air in your lungs,
the color in your eyes,
the lines in your palms.
Let me be the parts of you
that make you so beautiful to me.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 5:11 AM UTC
I am struggling to get the words out
They are starting to feel empty, and forced
Poetry shouldn’t be like that.
Poetry should be as natural as breathing
As flowing as air currents
It should pour out with power, with purpose
Unrefined, but beautiful
Not in spite of it, but because of it.
And that is getting difficult to do.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 5:11 AM UTC
There is a fire in me
It burns in my soul
It gives me passion and energy
And a drive to go
Inside of my lungs
It crackles and burns
It ignites my mind
As my stomach turns and turns
It heats up my head
So I cry out hot tears
To cool down I breath in
But I breath out my fears
It is growing, I feel it
It spreads through my chest
It laughs and dances
Wishing never to rest
So I'll drink some iced water
And lie down for a while
In the case that my fire
Might burn love for miles
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 5:11 AM UTC