i don’t write poetry about you because that’s what you already are
walking lines and rhyming phrases
messy ink spotting my pages
covering my pages
effortlessly the words run from your lips
and drip
and drip
i just watch and witness the letters caress the air as they escape your mouth
and i have no doubt
you are my poetry
you are my words
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 4:48 PM UTC
my eyelashes flicker upwards to see you already staring into me
our blue eyes pooling together
communicating solely through dilated pupils
no waves are crashing together because
our waters have never been kept
separate
but we stir
and stir
until our tsunami waves throw themselves at skyscrapers and they come
crumbling
down
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
There aren’t words in the English language that will allow me to properly express the way I feel adequatley enough.
But I will try
I’ll try everyday to peice together verbs and adjectives
I’ll try to love you the way you love me
Given so carelessly
Expressed so freely
Shown so effortlessly
Until now I’ve grown to be so begrudgingly content with empty promises and half hearted maybes that I never knew I could be loved like this. I never knew I deserved to be loved like this.
I’ve never had the love I could give be so welcomed and desired before.
I’ve never been able to express my love and feel so safe doing so before.
I’ve never been able to show my love so abundantly before.
So I’m learning
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 5:00 AM UTC
It was like if we kissed eachother hard enough we would eventually become tidal waves that crashed into one another, never having to be seperate ever again.
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 3:03 AM UTC
"Well you kissed my lips, with my mouth so full of questions."
-Ray LaMontagne
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
Don't fall in love with a drummer
You will hear him in every beat of every song
You will hear his voice imitate those beats
You will see him and his arms that used to hold you sweep over the cymbals and hollow cylinders
You will feel each hit of his drum sticks in your stomach and lungs instead of on those cymbals and hollow cylinders
You will remember the way he seemed to escape into another place from the moment of first impact
You will feel his arms guide your hands over the correct circles
Like he wanted you to escape with him
You will miss the sounds of him losing himself in the noise
You will miss the feeling of losing yourself in his noise
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 3:33 AM UTC
I could feel that touch of yours in
every
single
nerve
in my body.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 3:33 AM UTC
You seem to keep escaping out of my fingertips and
On to my guitar
On to these pages
On to my canvases
You have always been a piece of art
But now I've come along to
try and capture it
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 3:33 AM UTC
I want to memorize the map that is your skin
But no matter how many times my finger tips glide across your surface
I get lost everytime
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 3:28 AM UTC
let my lips paint the word 'perfect’ on every inch of you
let the words seep in
and if they wont, I will gladly try
and try
again
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 3:30 AM UTC