The snake bites on your lip,
Didn't seem to poison you
but me instead.
I thought I could lay with you,
and feel nothing.
Then I felt your hands on my bare skin.
Then you put your arm around me
while two friends looked on.
I started to listen to your dreams,
ideas,
laugh...
I began to trust that it would still be around,
but I fell without you catching me.
That's when I realized the poison had seeped in.
Your bite marks left something to run through my veins.
Little did I know it would be the death of me
when it felt as smooth as red wine.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
It's the middle of the night,
and I forget who I am.
Laying next to you,
you beautiful creature.
The bed we share an enchanted forest,
you the most brilliant of all those inhabiting it.
So I push my little nose up against your arm.
I push my little nose there against your perfection.
There I find a gentle reminder that I'm beautiful too.
You, this love, have allowed me into your forest.
Which must mean, I'm pretty magical too.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 3:38 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel so lonely,
I just sink into the bed and bring the covers around,
fabricated an embrace.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
It only hurt when it was her.
I've seen you kiss a million girls.
You've seen me kiss a million girls.
But with her...
My heart cracked a bit.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
I'm not a guitar player,
I don't have long hair,
I'm not a singer,
I don't have roots,
I'm not her.
She reminds me what I'm not,
what I don't have.
You're supposed to remind me what I am,
what I do have.
...
"She's gorgeous but you're pretty too"
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
I swear I could love you,
if you gave me reasons to think
it wouldn't all be for nothing.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
All the times I try to write about you,
the only thing I can think of is your golden curls,
and how they can't be put into words.
Oh, and how they smell of strawberries.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
What I find just hilarious,
is that now we are as cold to each other,
as the air was on our first date.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
You get used to be the center of attention,
and then you turn into a wallflower.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC
One day I realized that I could not find my heart,
and I couldn't quite remember where I left it.
I started to panic,
but then remembered that,
everyone I had ever loved
had been gentle with my heart.
I was the reckless one,
the one who had left it behind so many times.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC