I love you like, love is what keeps me alive,
you forget me in your memories
whilst i remember you in my forgetfulness
to see you happy meant a hundred beautiful mornings to me
to see you sleep in my arms is the never ending starry sky
i want to forever embrace, to always erode into our togetherness
where i and you dont exist but only we do
*but wait, looks like my thorns has hurt every inch of your body,
i know that is unforgivable*
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 5:29 PM UTC
This is me and was me
lying because i want you, not lying because i want you, annoying you because i want you, loving you because i want you, hurting you because i want you, crying because i want you. Can you not let me go.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
you are a gift.
i would really like it if you were here.
like everyday all the time
although i cant promise i m so good enough
to be saying it all the time
but it feels good to be thinking of that
it would be nice, really
we could go places, i could go alone
but i need to go with you i think
and we should try marriage
maybe even divorce
and remarry
the point is, let's have each other
facing each other
behind each other
in front of each other
next to each other
i like solitude but i like being with you
and i know we could have been
and we could be great
so i just thought i should say
really, it is beautiful
really, it is.
i think i love you in that very peaceful way
it feels like rain and coffee and breeze in my hair
and the rustle of leaves and so much and so many
i think i love you and i feel that way when i do
it is nice, you are too...
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
No not commercial poetry
It's blood or blood splatter
Or death or pain
Or the fog of love
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
When walls collapse.
We build forts.
We stay inside,
And marry poetry.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 2:34 AM UTC
When you write a poetry about me and cannot not find a metaphor apt,
Try using "that ******* infectious human"
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
i ll never know the day
when i can no longer trust my senses;
for i think i trust YOU more than it
and i know none can say that about anybody ever,
except me about you.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
to love a poet, kiss him when he bleeds, kiss him deep,
make love to him when he is dead, so passionate that he shall chose to rise,
and then he becomes your dog, and you his home.
that's more than that can be asked and that you'd know
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC