Thank you for being love when my soul craved it most.
Thank you for being refuge when I needed peace.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 6:20 AM UTC
Anybody can make promises.
I want you to keep yours.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 11:43 PM UTC
I was never a fan of the algebras or trig
And I guess it showed
Because you were the ex
& I was always asking why
But our functions always remained undefined...
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
I’d like to take a raincheck on your love
Pupils dilated-
Pulse racing-
I should have known you were toxic
Not the good toxic but when is it ever good
Walking on eggshells was never fun
Yet I couldn’t seem to walk away
I guess misery loved her company
And you thought I didn’t know
I was hungry for something you could never give me
You picked at my skeletons,
Feasting on my emotions while tasting of my pride for dessert
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
My pride wants your attention
Somehow though
My heart knows you’re no good for me
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
I was always honest;
But with you I was vulnerable.
And that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
I once believed that the knots you feel in the depth of your belly was a sign that you were falling hard
I read about hearts skipping beats and breaths stopping as he or she walks into a room
And I've seen sweat coming down temples and hands clamming up, knees buckling and feet too clumsy or numb to move
I've heard that these all equate to love
But when we argue and my hands are tightened into fists and my temples are pulsing with suppressed anger, is love gone?
When my breathing becomes heavy and I am now annoyed at the sight of you, is love gone?
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 6:31 PM UTC
I've always heard that you can't fight together if you're both not in the ring;
But what if we're both in but not fighting for the same thing?!
Because I found myself always fighting for your heart while you were fighting me to save your ego
I was fighting to understand and to be understood
While you fought to muffle my voice with yours.
My concerns were held in chokeholds-
Unreleased even as I was wheezing and suffocating.
You were trained for this and I have no idea what I was thinking;
But I'm tapping out...
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 11:25 PM UTC
If I'm being honest with myself,
I'd first have to admit that I'm not as brave as I put out to be
I pretend that I hate hugs when in reality,
It isn't the hug I hate but being so close that people could read the language of my insecurities
If I'm being completely honest with myself,
I'd have to admit that I crave intimacy with another soul but fear vulnerability
So with my lips I say "I'm chilling" while my heart is asking "where is he?"
If I'm being completely honest with myself,
I'd have to admit that I don't just fall in love with looks but I fall in love with souls full of flaws and I fall harder for eyes, a smile and a brain that'll put the sun and stars to shame
If I'm being completely honest with myself,
I'd have to admit that I'm pulled by people I can't have so I settle for being a friend who really is a stranger because if I were to really be honest with myself, I'd admit that my friends don't know me because I hide behind the jokes and advice I give
If I was being honest with myself,
I'd have to admit that I want to have a conversation with someone who understands and loves me for my mind and old soul.
If they loved my body that would be a plus too.
Finally, if I were to be honest with myself,
I crave a friendship so deep I could pray with a sister after she done put me in check.
Someone who understands that we don't always have to dress up with makeup and can just hang.
Not a superficial friendship.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 8:35 PM UTC