don't tell me
that when we make love
it stays in the sheets
don't tell me
that you fell in love with me
between an orange sheet and a green comforter
don't you dare say
that the only place you love me
is on top of a spring mattress
if you believe that
i only love you
with a rubber on your ****
then you found the wrong girl
because i love you
when your knuckles turn white
when you roll your palm over the steering wheel
and i fall for you
every time you get out of your car
to play with my puppy
instead of walking me to the door
i fall in love with you
again
and again
every day
when you look at me with puzzle pieces behind your pupils
because you cant figure out my patterns and quirks
don’t you tell me
that we make love in a bed
when i fall in love with you every second of the day
and don’t you dare tell me
that you have to shove your **** in me to feel something for me
when i can see you melt each time i say my words out of order
and sing the wrong lyrics, with pride
so don't you dare tell me
that when we make love,
we have to be rolling on top of each other
when it’s clear to see that we fall in love
every
single
time
our eyes accidentally meet from across the room
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 4:15 PM UTC
whats the point of those chemicals
the ones that make me flirty
and giggly
and easy
what's the point of the regret
that makes me groan the next day
and sleep for hours
and sad
i guess those chemicals make you pretty happy
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
My pillow smells like sneaking in,
past midnight, making you tiptoe to my bed.
Your cologne smells like my pillow,
the night when all we did was cuddle and tell stories.
Blue sweatshirts smell like your cologne
that time we drove all the way to Chicago to watch the sunrise.
Late night walks smell like your blue sweatshirt
on the night we walked 7 miles to the bonfire.
Summer smells like late night walks
and I go on those all the time.
With or without you; You're everywhere I go and you're everything I feel.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 7:33 PM UTC
You were there when I stood in front of the mirror
and ****** my stomach in,
wishing I could make it there sooner.
You were there when I didn't eat breakfast, lunch,
and threw up my dinner every night.
You were there when our lunch table overcrowded
and we sat on the floor.
It was your face, the one you didn't mean to make,
that made me want to stop.
Your eyes can't hide a thing, and when you cracked
for just two seconds,
You made me want to retire my razors, and stop
counting calories.
You were there when I stopped gagging and gained
it all, plus more, back.
And you were still there when I stood infront of the mirror
and ****** my stomach in,
trying hard to lie to myself.
And your still here, but now I'm lying to you,
my most loyal friend, while I hide in the
bathroom with two fingers down my throat.
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 7:46 PM UTC
The first few sips were the hardest.
Between the taste and the guilt,
I cringed, running away from
my problems the only way I knew how.
It took a few more to overcome
the burning, expired cough syrup taste
of the stolen alcohol from the thermos
hidden in a ****** box.
I felt my innocence tremble when
I called you down.
When my heart raced,
I had forgotten about it.
When you kissed me
in my brother's room
(my first, just another for you)
my innocence broke.
It was almost out of view,
a tiny dot along the horizon line,
the moment your hand ran down
my side and I shivered.
One last glance in the rear view mirror,
and it had vanished,
as you rolled on top of me,
lying skin to skin.
But the insant I grasped reality,
understanding what was about
to happen, in my big brother's bed,
my innocence won, saving me
from endless regret and rumors in the halls.
The innocence that I had never
before cared about,
the innocence I was trying to rid
myself of, won as it
put my hand on your chest, breathed your name,
and asked you stop.
Sep 2, 2012
Sep 2, 2012 at 8:14 AM UTC
When I watch you
smiling candidly on shiny paper
laughing, surrounded by the remaints
of your friend's cigarette smoke
or
when I watch you
in your old, worn-out-with-love Levi's
with the overused Adia's running shoes
standing, with me for your shoulders
like I was on top of the world
I say
when I watch you
you framed Kodak memory of a father
who used to be the handsome hero of my life
used to be my best friend
I smile
through your faded memory
I smile
Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 11:53 PM UTC
Ya know how sometimes
you can eat a certain food for
your whole life and never
really apreciate it untill you
don't have it for like 8 months?
Then, when you finally do eat it
again, it's like a whole new
thing and you never realized
how good it was in the first
place, even though it had been
staring you in the face for years?
Well, that's how I fell in love
with you- never appreciating
how great you were then all at
once it hit me, like a suprise
summer rainstorm.
Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 6:25 PM UTC
There was one night that we hung out and goofed off, doing absolutely nothing serious.
He told me his dream, his number one fantasy was to have *** with a mermaid.
I giggled.
Hours later, I admitted that I wanted to be Ariel at Disneyland when I grew up.
He said 'that's so cute!
Our flirting lasted hours. That's the last I've seen of him, but 2 months later I still
think about that night every day. And every day, I just think:
Kiss the girl.
Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 2:16 PM UTC