The worst part about
missing you is not knowing
whether you feel this
way about me too.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 2:30 PM UTC
The clocks have never
worked in our favour,
maybe I must accept
we'll always be bad timing.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 2:21 PM UTC
I'm not sure
if I was going to to see the band
or to see you.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
I know you cared for me
and I'll never understand
why I deserved someone like you,
but what's even harder
to comprehend is how
you could touch me
and look at me like that
and then throw what we had away.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 2:12 PM UTC
When I first met you I thought
you were too good to be true,
Now I'm beginning to think
I imagined you all along.
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 4:44 AM UTC
What hurts the most
is not the thought that
maybe I wasn't good enough,
instead it's that for you,
maybe somebody else was.
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 4:42 AM UTC
I want you to know,
you were the first person
to call me ****
and the first person
to make me feel
that way too.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 3:11 AM UTC
Why is it
I feel most alone
in bed with you,
then on my own.
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 7:56 PM UTC
You to me are warmth;
a kind of light that shows itself
in rays whenever you smile or speak.
I would say that you’re the sun,
but you’re sweeter then it’s shine
and your touch on my skin effects
me greater then that stars heat.
You ignite a kind of fire within me
that makes my insides feel as if
they are in some way melting.
I hope your summer stays because-
I don’t want to be cold again.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 3:54 AM UTC
I can still feel his fingers
tap along to the beat,
hand nestled between
where my waist and hip meet;
it’s almost if he is trying
to make music of me.
His touch puts me in tune
and I’m an instrument
but only for his use,
because the way that boy
plays my body
is enough
to leave every inch
of it singing.
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 9:29 AM UTC