killing myself
is like
giving you permission
to follow.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 8:38 PM UTC
You
My favorite word
playing in my ears
like my favorite song
on repeat.
You
could mean so much
to so many different people.
To me,
it means the way you laugh
at your own jokes;
The way you sleep
making soft, short breaths
and I can listen
to each and every one;
The way your skin feels
when I run my hand along
your soft and delicate body;
The way you talk
as if every word is important
even though you think it’s pointless
(But it’s not);
The way you worry
about everyone and everything;
The way you cry,
rarely,
but when you do it’s heavy
and needed
and all I want to do is hug you;
But most of all,
the way you love
and care
about everyone.
You
meaning so many things
that this poem would be
everlasting.
You
day and night
I can’t get
my mind off of you.
You,
someone who will
never love me
the way I love you.
So now I hope
for someone to love,
someone to love me
the way I loved you
(and still do).
But oh, how I wish
how I wish
it could be you.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 8:17 PM UTC