You were like a dream.
Magical,
Brief,
And too good to be true.
And just like the best of dreams,
They can never reoccur.
So I'll shove you out of my heart,
At least the best I can.
Because just like good dreams, you think about the best ones every now and then.
Always knowing they're too good to be true, and actually exist.
They're theories of a perfect world. Making you ache at reality.
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
I dream of looks that burn
And eyelashes that ****
To make grown men cry
And young girls whimper
Dressed to repress
And drowned in romance
and envious glances
Yet I falter for young daffodils
And joy and laughter
And I dream of love
And happy ever after
But I put so much effort
And care and tenderness
Into the thought of others
There's nothing left for me
.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 5:27 AM UTC
When I asked
"When?"
You replied
"One day"
But one day
Is your synonym for never
"One day"
You won't occupy
A space in my heart
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 3:51 AM UTC
I am not happy, I am not sad
I am somewhere in between
Stuck in the same routine
Observe; don’t speak. “Children are seen not heard”.
Tis to why my thoughts speak louder than my words
Imagining a new reality in my head
beacause surely my real one is bitter, and dead.
I am not happy, I am not sad
I’m somewhere in between
Stuck in the same routine
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
I've told myself that I don't miss you so many times, it feels like I'm starting to believe it. That's what they always tell you to do, right? "Fake it 'til you make it, baby."
I'm trying to be gentle with my words because I don't want this to be another angry poem. I've written far too many of those and they are always about you.
It's summer now and I'm loving you in raindrops. In swimming pools and stars. The thing is, I don't remember loving anyone but you.
Maybe this has gone on for far too long. It's been nine months and more than half of that time was spent waiting for you.
Waiting for your call, waiting for you to come back, waiting for you to love me half as much as I love you.
It has always been about what you want, and when it was most convenient for you. All of this has made me more vulnerable than I ever wanted to let myself be.
I remember someone once told me that love can be a form of self harm. I always loved hurting myself which would explain why i chose you.
Love is supposed to be gentle, and joyful, not full of sorrow and tears and pain.
Baby, it's always so dark when you are gone. I keep telling myself I won't let you do this, I won't let you leave and come back whenever you want to be reminded of us, but every time you do come back, I get caught up in the moment and the way you're so good with words and I'm under your spell again.
I can't function without you, but the feeling isn't mutual. I miss you the way I promised myself I wouldn't miss anyone. But I think I'm finally done waiting.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 3:46 AM UTC
a conversation that will never occur,
a message that no one will ever send,
a date nobody will ever plan,
for something that will never happen
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
Swimming the entire ocean
Still wouldn't come close
To how tired I am
Of thinking about you
Of missing you
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
It's hard for me to express myself
I want to tell you how I feel
Let the words
Sprout through my mouth like flowers
But if I don't water them enough
How can you see them?
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
is it always going to be like this?
am i always going to feel so invisible? so unnoticeable?
it always comes back to you, doesn't it?
i wish it didn't, but it does.
your eyes, your smile, your laugh;
they're not meant for me, and they never were.
they're meant for her.
i spend so much time
trying to talk myself out of these feelings,
but they just won't go away.
though when i really sit down and think about it,
about you and i together,
it frightens me, and i feel silly for imagining such things in the first place.
we wouldn't work,
i know we wouldn't.
but i still get this feeling sometimes...
this feeling that we would be great together,
better than you and her--but i know that's foolish.
and it's a thought i shouldn't even entertain.
and so i ask: is it always going to be like this?
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
I could keep writing you poems you'll never read
Or I could put my pen down and bandage my own heart
Either way, I would still lose because I wouldn't have you
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC