I think I love you but
Im not sure why
It could be
the way you walk
the way you talk
the way you laugh
the way you pretend to be serious
the way you ground me
the way you hold me
the way you smile
the way you look at me
It could be
that you were made for me
specially
and perfectly, imperfect
for me
the way our bodies mold together
the way our lips lock
the way our arms hold
the way we read each others minds
and finish each others sentences
the way we know just what to say
and when to say it
I think I love you
and I think
you might just love me too
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 2:39 PM UTC
this city was ours
the trees the streets the places the stars the clouds the sun
all of it was ours
we made our own landmarks
we climbed mountains and built bridges with our love
but those bridges burned
and the city went up in flames
and those mountains turned valleys
and the clouds turned gray
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 2:26 PM UTC
i yearned to be liked
yearned to be wanted
yearned to be loved
and because of this
i grasped onto anything that looked as such
and held on too tight
i tried to be everything they wanted and more
gave all of me to all of them
and they took what they wanted from all of me and tossed the rest
so they took
and took
and took
and took
until the only thing i was left with was a pair of ****** hands
from holding on too tight
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 11:38 PM UTC
The same girl who could love you with her eyes closed,
chooses to see you.
Even the parts you don't like
or even the parts you can't see.
The same boy who loves you with his eyes,
doesn't see all of you.
Misses the parts of you that you think shine,
and the parts you know everyone else can see.
The same couple who love differently,
love the same,
if only you look close enough.
It was the eyes for her,
and the hands for him.
It was the love and affection for him,
and the words for her.
It was how he looked at her,
and how she looked at him.
If all it took was a look,
why were their eyes closed?
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 12:05 PM UTC
we are bound in shackles
hands and feet tied together
following like a dog with its tail between its legs
we are slaves to the sun
yet still we yearn for him
are sad when he’s gone
and pray for him to come back
hello mr. sun how are you today ?
thanks for coming back, we missed you
oh mr. sun could you stay out longer to play ?
we love the sun
although he can hurt us
we feel safe in the warmth of his rays
but too long underneath him we get burned
even still we hate the clouds
although they are only trying to shield us and provide some relief
and we bully the moon for she is not the same as the sun
she doesn’t grant us warmth
and her light is so small she doesn’t nearly light up the sky the way the sun does
but she shares the sky with the stars
she doesn’t control the light but shines through
because she revolves around us
while we’re too busy revolving around the sun
this is not about the sky
Oct 29, 2024
Oct 29, 2024 at 3:14 PM UTC