I don't regret
Saying I love you
I don't regret
Ever loving you
I don't regret
Meeting you
And I don't regret
Letting you in to my heart
I regret
Not saying I love you more
Not kissing you every chance I got
Being a ***** over stupid things that didn't matter
And always finding a way to make you think I was insane.
You made me who I am today
A better, more patient and understanding person who actually tried.
You let me be myself
You let me fall in love
Even though that's not what you wanted.
You let me explore a wild side of me I can't put back
You were my favorite hello
And my absolute worst goodbye.
And the only thing I want
Is to hug you one last time
To kiss you one last time
To hear your voice one last time
See your face
See your smile
It was always so easy with us.
You made it so easy to fall in love with you.
And now I've lost my best friend.
We can't always get what we want.
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
How could you preach about life being fair when it is truly not
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
yeah, i understand your feelings painfully well.. and..
it's your kindness that tears me apart.
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
he puts his incomplete thoughts
in Ziploc bags
and eats them at midnight.
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC
your arms is corded with veins
so alluring and ****
i want to trace them with my finger
until i get lost along the way
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC
all i ever wanted to do is
fall asleep on your chest
whilst listening to your heartbeat
as if it is a lullaby.
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 10:24 PM UTC
as I leafed through the pages of your sketchbook,
i can't helped but leave my mouth hanging
i am transported to every wonders of the world
from each page
whilst staring at your work
i can feel the emotions and feelings
that were present when you drew them
the lightness of the strokes
the heaviness of the shades
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 10:18 PM UTC
kissing you was like swerving into oncoming traffic
i can never tell if i am more haunted by empty picture frames or the ashes of their contents
you taught me that the saying "pick your battles" meant not answering when love was at the door
sometimes when i drink whiskey i swear i can hear your voice in the creases of my bedsheets & i sleep on the floor
i still catch myself running my hands over things you touched the most, looking for the echoes of your fingertips
i practice things i'll never say to you
i remember the day you told me you didn't like poetry, how "everything's already been said" & how "nothing meaningful can be captured without being cliche" you know, i don't miss you like the sun and moon, i do not miss you like tide bent waves crashing on the shoreline, i miss you like a chernobyl swingset misses children
rumor has it that drowning is a lot like coming home, that drinking bleach can **** the butterflies in your stomach
for your love of cigarettes, i would have been an ashtray
this halloween i want to dress up as the you when you loved yourself and show up on your doorstep
i never understood what you meant when you said i was an instrument, back when you would cup your hands around my chest and breathe through the holes in my heart, i still wonder if the sounds i made remind you of wind chimes
i never paid much attention to abandoned buildings until i became one
in my dreams all the flowers smell like your perfume
i am the only person who has ever wished for the same snowflake to fall twice
if i could go back, and rewrite the definition of audacity, it would be how when we lost the bet of love, you said "we never shook on it"
i love you, if the feeling is not mutual, please pretend this was a poem
the only apology i want from you, is to have you repeat the names of children we will never have in your parents living room until they *****
we are the same person if you find yourself up at 4am dry heaving promises, or if you are kept awake by the laughter of those who've abandoned you
nobody ever told you that goodbyes taste like the back of stamps
sometimes i'm convinced that the only reason we hug, is so you can check my back for exit wounds
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC