Her skin reminded him of an old porcelain cup
Smooth but tattered
She like the cup had reminders of what they had been through
What they had survived
And like the cup with all its flaws……
She was beautiful
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 3:18 AM UTC
You seem perfect. Like you have no problems
Your eyes. Hair. Smile
But i know you. I know how much your problems affect you.
I know that those bags under
your beautiful blue eyes aren’t because
you’re “tired” but the fact that your parents were fighting
over how much your father drinks.
I know you’re hair is a mess
not because you’re trying to be cool but
you didn’t have time to fix it while trying
to get your siblings ready.
I know the smile you put on in the mornings
isn’t your real one, you’re real one
would light up this town
but you put on a facade because you don’t want
to be seen as weak, you don’t want others pity
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC
I am like a mirror
It takes a strong force
to shatter me but
once I’m broken I
can never be fixed
I am like a rose
Beautiful but protected
so none can bring hurt to me
I am like the stars
only in complete darkness
can you see who i really am
I am me
someone who you
can never define
because i am
my own
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 10:49 PM UTC
What killed me the most
was watching you with her
kissing, hugging, loving
What broke my heart
was hearing you tell her
you loved her and that you’d never leave
What was poison in my veins
was knowing you had said
that same thing to me
With the same love in your eyes
What helped me sleep at night
was shedding my tears, the tears
you used to wipe away
What kept me in bed some days
was understanding that you were
actually gone and never coming back
But what gave me the strength to move on
was MY courage, MY bravery and
MY longing to acquire new things in my life.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
How do you know when you love someone?
Is it watching them kiss another?
When you stand by watching them love
someone else, feeling your heart shatter in
your chest but you stand quiet because the only thing
that matters is their happiness,
When you stand, gazing at the stars
and it reminds you of their smile and the
twinkle in their eyes,
Or is it when the warm fuzzy feeling
you get when you hear their name
or see them gets stronger
than ever before.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 2:29 AM UTC
When we touch
it’s like you lit a fire just under my skin
When we talk
my heart flutters and jumps about never for a moment staying still
When our eyes meet
I could swear that it becomes only me and you in this world at that moment
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
Your eyes. I could look in them all day and never get tired or bored. They’ve become my favorite color.
Your smile. Your smile could light up the whole town if that was possible.
Your laugh. Hearing your laugh lets me know that one day everything will be ok. Maybe not today but one day
Your sense of humor. Its a little odd some days but it’s what makes you, you.
Home. You’re my home. You’re where my heart is and has been for awhile.
The way you hold me. I feel safe, like no one can hurt me when you are around.
You make me smile. Without even trying. Smiling is a natural thing with you
Your respect for me. The fact that you’re not like every other guy. You didn’t push me to have *** with you even though i gave you chances. You didn’t want that to put a strain on the relationship.
Your loyalty. I don’t only mean to the relationship, but to your friends.
Your craziness. The fact that you aren’t afraid to be yourself. It’s refreshing
Your kisses. The spontaneous ones. The forehead or nose kisses. The small pecks or the long passionate ones.
Your hugs. They make me feel like even if it is just in that moment that everything will be okay.
Your patience. With me and my mom.
Your ability to see past my faults. I know i have a lot of them but you seem to not notice to many of them, Or at least if you do you don’t comment on them
How caring you are. That even though we aren’t together you are still willing to be there for me. To listen to my problems.
||You’ll never actually understand how much i appreciate that.||
Your stubbornness. Oh man. even though that can make you a pain in the donkey. It’s something that makes me respect you. You refuse to give up. If a door won’t open you don’t give up you keep trying.
You understand. You understand me. More than you think you do. More than most people do.
You’re there when i need someone. That night at the movie’s if you hadn’t had been so patient I would have more than likely gone into a panic attack,but of course my Superman swooped down and saved the day
I wasn’t planning on falling in love with you, but I’m glad I did
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
I was at a party last night
tipping poison down my already-burnt throat
because I thought it could help me to forget you.
however, I forgot my own name
and left yours stuck on my tongue.
they asked me for drugs last night
but they laughed at me
when I told them about your smile.
everything about you is addictive
to the point of me craving you every second.
when everyone had gone last night
and I was left alone to pick up
the shattered pieces of themselves
that they left on the floor,
I wished you were there.
in a way, you were with me last night.
forcing me to empty the bottle of *****
whispering with your lips touching my ear;
occupying every single thought I had.
I thought I didn't miss you anymore.
I was wrong.
you were never the one that was missing.
you took me with you.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
you asked me what love is today, little one.
I smiled and said,
love is your mummy and daddy smiling.
love is how we care for you.
love is the way we kiss.
I wish I could say that love
is always made up of comfort
and warmth
and a cherished feeling
spreading through your veins.
but it's not.
love is the tears stained into your cheeks.
love is the constant feeling of jealousy
because you can't bear anyone taking away
the only person who makes you happy.
love is sadness
love is broken
love is a knife
that twists in your stomach
every time he doesn't reply.
I wish I could say love was easy, little one.
It's not.
But it sure as hell is beautiful.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC
it's the hardest thing in the world,
watching you fade.
I'm waiting until you become dust
all for a more prominent ribcage
and to be able to cut diamonds
with your collarbones.
it's the hardest thing in the world,
watching you cry
in front of your reflection.
your pain is never beautiful
but your soul always will be.
you always were.
it's the hardest thing in the world,
watching you die.
you were always so fragile,
so delicate. I fear you might snap
when I try to hug you close,
with your bones digging into my arms.
it's the hardest thing in the world,
watching you fight.
although, it's not so much of a fight
when you're too tired to
and the winner is guaranteed
and you never wanted to win anyway.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC