Please tell me this is my summer
I've never been more gold.
I hope my summer is with him
The sunny days outshine the rain
I want this.
Indefinitely.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
Hon, Honey, Baby, Dear, Darling
I really like you
but I like it when you call me my name
somehow that word rolled over your lips sounds silver
and all the pet names in the world:
nails on a chalkboard
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
I think the ears
might just be
the most beautiful
part of the body
now before you object
and suggest
abs, legs, bums, or chests
may I remind you that
in time
all parts earlier addressed
will wrinkle, sag and fade
like ******* the air out of a plastic bag
But not ears.
They are the same ears after 2 years, 5 years and 50 years
They won't wilt
wont lose their form
(unlike abs, legs, bums, or chests)
and that's why
to me
ears are best
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
hearts don't break
porcleain, glass, bone, spun sugar
all can shatter in a heartbeat
it's so overdramatic to say that hearts can be broken
hearts don't break
instead, they bruise
like pulverized flesh ran over by 18 wheels
deflated
black and blue
by some lover or another
and when someone tries
to touch
you flinch
your little raw piece of meat within your chest
is just too tender right now
but not broken
broken is forever
bruised is for now
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
Life starts to feel fake
when you're enjoying dreams more
than being awake
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 1:49 AM UTC
I'd like you to tell me
that you like it when I tuck my hair
behind my ears
That you don't mind how stupid my laugh is
tears running down my face
turning all of me red
That you like
The mottled white dots
on all my teeth,
the freckle constellations on my arms,
and the scars on my knees.
and until there's someone to
like me for these
then I suppose
that person will have to be me.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC
I barely half know you
but we've met before
haven't we?
my fingertips racing up your spine
your hand resting around my throat
when we woke up
I was in your arms
not like puzzle pieces
but like tangled telephone cords
when I woke up
you were gone again
that same person
I only half knew
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
I'm selfish
single-minded
greedy
and I don't really give a **** about you
your job.
your kids.
your vacation photos.
that time you put a scarf on your cat.
I'm narcissistic
vain
and more than just a little neurotic.
Worst of all,
I try to pretend that
I am not all of the aforementioned characteristics
while I'm acutely aware of the fact that
I'm ******* awful.
Nice to meet you. How long will this one last?
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 1:48 AM UTC
she stares at his face
she tries to make a deal but
she can’t force his hands
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 1:18 PM UTC
You are not the rain,
not the steady patter tapping on the windowsill at midnight
nor the soft collarbone kisses in the afternoon
nor the haughty torrential downpour, tamed by no one and no thing
you're just a boy.
You're not the rain.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 2:34 PM UTC