last Tuesday you left me flowers on my doorstep,
but i was still running down the stairs
when you had walked back through the gate;
you kicked down the sign as you passed -
the one with the chipped wood and peeling paint
i must admit i ripped up the petals,
he loves me, he loves me not
i watched them fall to the ground then wither and curl
now the sign you never read is nailed back up;
for rent but never for sale
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC
you walked through my mind countless times
and your name brushed my lips more than i can remember
but your footsteps never left prints on the pathways in my heart
and the seeds you planted in my lungs never grew into trees
you were an empty page that i could still read
and you told me to fill it
but you left before i could speak
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
i send my eleven wishes out to you
open the catch and force it through
throw the pennies down the line
to the new fortune
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
i could tell you were in love because you started showing up more often and I could tell you were in love because you sat in a different seat then you usually did and i could tell you were in love by the way you bit your lip for a moment before reminding yourself to stop and I could tell you were in love because you entered the room with the most bashful smile on your face and your hands were shaking a little bit and there was a tint of pink on your cheeks and I could tell you were in love because you started to change yourself; the way you dressed, the way you did your hair- and i couldn't understand why you were trying to change something that was already so perfect to begin with and I could tell you were in love by the way you spoke about love like you understood it so well, you spoke about it while looking across the room at someone with your pupils dilated and this was love as i had never seen before and I could tell you were in love but just not with me
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 2:47 AM UTC
you're so dull
but in such an artistic way
your black soul, blue face
sparkle with so much brightness
i dont understand
why you don't see what i do
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC
you say you're "sorry"
but then, there you are
doing the same things again.
and see, this is why i
mustn't trust you, even if i wish i could
because i'm scared
that the next time you say
you're "sorry"
the bruise that you've left me with
won't be able to fade
you say that you're sorry.
but you don't know much it hurts
and you know, i am sorry too.
but 'sorry' is just a word
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 9:57 PM UTC
1. He hides a small birthmark that has the shape of a whale on his upper thigh that he treasures. I think that's why he's always loved the ocean.
2. He is like winter: cold and distant for a while but then slowly melts away. He'll be silent for days, but don't worry...he will come back in time.
3. He'll say "I miss you" in the dead of night, in the cold of winter, in the break of dawn or in the heat of the summer. He will drop it like a bomb and it'll shatter your bones but remember he's not yours to hold forever.
4. He will want you to hug him and he will want it so bad that he will ask you to do it. Please don't ever turn this opportunity down, you will never want to know the pain of not feeling his warmth.
5. His love will feel like a forest fire but it'll leave trails of ash when it's gone. Learn to deal with the burn as you enjoy the heat.
6. You will swim oceans for him and reach for the moon but sometimes even that will not be enough.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
1. I lied to my mother about talking to you because last time I told her we talked, she cried.
2. My biggest fear is that no matter what I do, I won't ever get over you.
3. Everywhere I go, I find you. I suppose it's because I carry you in my heart.
4. I didn't believe in soul mates until I met you. You didn't complete me, you complemented me.
5. Sometimes I can't sleep because I'm thinking of you. Other nights I don't want to sleep because I know I'll dream of you.
6. You make my hands shake and my stomach hurt. I don't think love is suppose to feel this way.
7. I miss you even when you're not away. I hate it but it's always been that way.
8. Sometimes I think we were meant to be. Everything was right except our timing.
9. It's been two years too late but I still look for your face in a crowded room.
10. You felt like home but if there's anything I've learned recently, it's that home is so very temporary.
11. I never knew craving touch was a thing until I saw your hands.
12. You are the whirlwind of thoughts I could never put into words.
13. I write about you like you put the stars in the sky.
14. I don't want to forget you but somedays I regret you.
15. I don't always like you but I always love you.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
Sometimes i'd let the wind catch my hair
and reach out a hand to
touch the street lamps as they
flashed past
and sometimes i'd lean back against the leather
seat in silence
but it was always the same smile
that you gave me as we got out
Sometimes we'd lie and let the small
countless grains fall through
out fingers and try not to
think that it was the minutes
that we had left
and sometimes we'd dive beneath
the waves and get lost
in the foam and resurface
with flowers in our hair
but it was always the same light
that shone in your eyes
either way
Sometimes we'd wake up covered in the
soft blankets and the yellow light
seeping through the breeze and
the gaps in our intwined fingers
and sometimes we'd wake on the polished floor
surrounded by faceless bodies,
crushed bottles and flashing lights,
and it would be the streamers
the got lost in my hair, not your fingers,
but it was always the same words
you said to me as you
opened bleary eyes
And sometimes i think you never change because
this is all you ever wanted in all your
dizziest daydreams
but Sometimes i think i was wasting my time
believing that this wasn't your
worst nightmare and that it
was because your new
words are whispered in
someone else's ear
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 2:47 AM UTC
i was going through old papers
and i found things i had scrawled
ages ago, now.
endless lines about you, you, you.
but now, looking through the messy words,
i can't even remember
who you are anymore
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC