Love with you is farts
no make-up
ugly sleeping face
and attitude
so. much. attitude.
It's you knowing which foods make my stomach hurt
but giving them to me anyways
when I ask
It's you laughing when I say
"I'm not hungry"
or when I'm stomping around
angry about some shoes
It's you still thinking I'm pretty with 4 new zits
or at the barber shop when he only has part of my fade done
and the kisses on my freshly shaved head when its finally finished
Love with you is your uncanny sense of knowing when I need reassurance
my daily affirmation provider
"You are smart"
"You are ****
"You are everything"
It's you being a father to my children
the sassy grey tabby
and the sweet fluffy siamese
It's excessive PDA
feeding...spilling on each other, stealing drinks, and ****** grabs
the ability to make everyone around uncomfortable
as we love, touch, and (mostly) argue in our own little world
It's life-changing, mind-blowing, earth-shattering
and mundane
all at the same time
Simply, because you know too much excitement makes me tired
Love with you is the greatest gift this life has ever given me
and it's only the beginning
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 9:03 PM UTC
I am hard
and soft
He melts me
like putty in his hand
And shines me
like gold
I am old
and young
He makes me
giggle
Sweaty
as I try and pin him down
I am scared
and comfortable
He kisses my neck
says "you're beautiful"
So I stand before him bare
no clothes
no make-up
I am sad
and in love
He makes my heart soar
piece itself back together
Just a little different than before
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC
I do not like this phase of a heart break.
When you purposely avoid love songs,
Or sometimes you play them just to make yourself feel like your hearts still pounding.
When the person you loved and hid from every waking soul is brought into a conversation.
Or when he isn't.
When you see other lovers who have made it years without the cruel hand of fate ripping their love from them.
Or when you see they haven't.
When you notice him writing you smaller, casual messages when they use to be breathtaking and beautiful.
Or when he doesn't write at all.
When I ask you if I am pushing you away and you say no.
*"Alright, happy birthday! Text me later tonight?"
"Will do"*
When every hidden goodbye ends with those two words. And my broken, belittled heart.
(i. r.)
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,
she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.
she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.
she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.
she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC
I enjoy your invasion of my thoughts
Long late night talks
Boy, you make me hot
I yearn for your touch
The feeling of when its all too much
Curl my toes, and bite my lip
As my nails graze along your hip
That would have been enough
Just your sweet physical touch
But you unleashed it on my mind
A part of me I never thought I'd find
Reemerged
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC
I do not care
All I remember is you playing with my hair
Legs on your lap
Stealing glaces at me
My god what a trap
Glorious in it's making
My heart was yours for the taking
In dark apartment corners
I thought I was special
Legs intertwined just like a pretzel
But that was never the case
No matter how sweet the embrace
All it was was *******
And I do not care
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 2:11 AM UTC
I stare at the screen
Willing myself not to reply
But I always do, always for you
What if you meant it this time
What if I don't get another chance
What if, What if, What if
When I know had I ignored
You would have adored
Subconsciously falling for my resistance
A love with no real substance
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
I want to run my fingers
through your flowing hair,
kiss your rosy cheeks
& savor your precious lips.
I just want to hold you close,
nothing else......well, maybe, not.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
I eat it
Nothing is as much sweet
I drink it
Nothing has ever tasted like it
Not even the finest of wines
I inhale it
Nothing sustains like it
The purest form of oxygen.
I surf on it
Unimagined beauty
Not even the biggest tide
I fly on it
Higher than any pair if wings can take you
No even those of an eagle
I puke it
And I lick all of it
It taste as fresh as from the oven.
Nothing compares to poetry
Ask every poet
***** will tell you same.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
I want to slip
deep inside
your wonderful brain,
to unleash your creative mind
& stimulate your lobed-walls.
I want to create
a sweet friction
with your lovely cortex
& build a synapses
of unbelievable dimensions,
to flood your receptors
with my emitter,
flow my strong current
into your throbbing pulse,
again & again.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC