i sorta-kinda
might-possibly
maybe-am
just-almost
hands-down
totally
in love
with you
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
*She's the kind of girl
who's been left multiple
times, but doesn't have
the heart to leave him
no matter how badly
she's been hurt.*
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC
She was holding on to a man broken
every gesture made, every word spoken
was a desperate cry from a place so deep
that he can only reach it in his sleep
she holds him together so the pieces don’t fly away
keeping her balance as he kneels to pray
sometimes he sees her, sometimes he doesn’t
sometimes he lives in his past, sometimes his present
she implored, she beseeched
she tried action, she tried speech
‘if you cannot love me, let me know
if you will not love me, let me go’
But he holds on, as if holding on for dear life
as if he is drowning and every stroke is in strife
as if she is the only thing keeping him afloat
as if she was every single word he ever wrote
and his eye remains to the shore -
someplace clear but far
it seems within reach yet
more distant than a star
more and more it appears an exercise in futility
finally admitting it is beyond her ability
she drops to her knees, eyes up to the Master
trying to prevent her heart’s impending disaster
the weight is so heavy, so hard to bear
hope only comes in the form of a prayer
with hardship comes ease, promises the Beloved
but try as she might, she cannot rise above it
despairingly close to losing all hope, she implored
her tender hands bleeding from the double-edged sword
would letting go bring relief or a tortuous void?
would her heart remember the previously enjoyed?
♦
~ epilogue:
Then one quiet night upon an angel’s wing
she heard a voice that only an angel can bring
somewhere between a sigh and a scream
somewhere within a half-awakened dream
She watched him float above the ocean waves
his feathered wings skimming the waters surface
catching rays of sunlight into pristine prisms
a radiant reflection of blue-green and turquoise
From the edge of clouds, he finally spoke
and his words became a poem
singing sweetly behind smiling eyes
gliding together over the ocean foam
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
It's been a year since that day
The day that you confessed
The day we started this lovely mess
but don't worry I didn't love you any less
The way we talk to each other til 2 in the morning
The way we squeezes each other's hand every time we're both freezing
The way we let our guard and pride down every time we're fighting
are some of the things that I will never get tired of doing
You do what floats your boat
Someone who thinks twice before doing what he's told
You're like a difficult puzzle to solve
but despite all that, I'll still love you til the day we're both old.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC
The way he talks reminds me
Of the Ocean
Because its so in
Depth
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC
I think, often. Maybe too often.
I think you're scared of me.
I think you're skeptical of the good in things.
And up until you met me, I know you've had every reason to be.
I think we're all monsters, and that humanity is history's great facade.
I think we're all scrambling to find salvation.
And I think I've found mine in pen strokes dedicated to you.
I think, I think, I think...
And with you no longer by my side, I always will think.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
I like spending time alone
With the right person.
The problem is that
I found the right person.
I know it doesn’t make sense
To enjoy solitude
With someone else.
And I also know
I’m not his right person.
I know he doesn’t think about me.
And I know he won’t think about how my hair glows a goldish-bronze in the sunset.
He won’t dream about my blue eyes peering over his chest after we make love.
And I know he won’t rant about how I don’t love him with the same passion he loves me,
Because it’s the other way around.
I know he likes spending time alone,
Maybe with the right person.
The problem is that
I wasn’t the right person.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC