it *****
that the burn of the second love
lasts longer than the first
even though it is an entirely different love
such a wonderful human being
pure blue eyes to match a pure soul
and oh how I wish
I was the human for him
but I am not
the human for him
is out there somewhere
and it's odd to think
that our paths may have crossed
and that she can love him
in a way that I am unable to
the stars shine for you
but I am a dark cloud covering them
and after my storm passes
you will see yellow light again
I promise
and I will always love you
but not in the way you deserve
and it *****
because the second love
hurts much worse than the first
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC
There is no flaw in you, my love
Yet you lie in bed and cry
Salty tears like 100 feet down
Waves upon waves of sighs
There is no flaw in you, my love
Your eyes sparkle like a pretty ring
Round marbles of blue gazing at me
So glacially aquamarine
There is no flaw in you, my love
Your voice cracks when you're upset
An audible version of your heart
That you try so hard to forget
There is no flaw in you, my love
You change like a mountain meadow
All four seasons rolled into one
And you live in your own shadow
There is only good in you, my love
Something you cannot see
Is how everyone adores
the person you are
Everyone including me
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
I was made of the stars
But you were made of the sea
I was always convinced
That through your veins ran galaxies
And your baby blues
Looked like the earth from space
The cigarette smoke on your lips
I would always trace
In your eyes I floated
Your lips I drank
Between your sheets I swam
But in your words I sank
In the depths of your ocean
I called out
water muffles words
from 100 feet down
So here I am now
At the bottom of the sea
Weighted down on the floor
Tears are quite salty
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 2:50 AM UTC
It's a sleepy kind of missing you
I wake up in the morning
And the sunlight coming through
My windows
Reminds me of the first time you said
I love you
And the dust particles
Floated between our
brown speckled eyes
I should have known
Evening tiredness
Reminds me of the first time I knew
I was in love with you
And you asked me how I was
In your mother's backyard
And the sunlight hit
Your brown speckled eyes
I should have known
I go to sleep at night
And the moon reminds me
Of the time we stood
Outside your house
And you told me
How we'd always be seeing the
Same moon
And how it'd always be the size
Of the tip of my thumb
I should have known
A sleepy kind of missing you
a longing that never quite dissipates
Kind of like being stuck
Between being awake
And being asleep
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 2:35 AM UTC
I always inquire
about his past relationships
sometimes a little too much
and he always gets annoyed
when I ask about the girls
he loved and then left
because he thinks
that I think
he is bad
but really
he is good
and
I want to discover
the little parts of his heart
that he did't let them see
because
when you love someone
you want to make sure
that the things the others did
to make him leave
you never do
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
My lips tasted like sangria
And it was just a little
Too much
For one night
And so I ran
I could drown
In his blue eyes
Like a sea
Calling me home
I could listen to his voice
For it sounds like the waves crashing
Upon the shore
Time and time again
Calling me home
And he has galaxies swimming
Through his veins
Because no astronomer can be
With someone who does not
And they're the Milky Way
And they are my home
And so I'll press
The reset button
And wish on my lucky stars
He is willing to rewind
And call me home
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
Oh, my love
your eyes are not "plain blue"
they are the ocean waves on a cloudless day
outlined by the zaffre atmosphere
a field of bluebonnets speckled with green leaves
like the world floating in space
oh, my love
your eyes are not "just brown"
they are the earth after it rains
dense and brimming with life
they are dark chocolate cake drizzled with honey
they are espresso stained pages you brought home
from the coffee shop you frequent
oh, my love
your eyes are not "simply green"
they are spring's first bud
they are foot deep in a lake
they are a northwestern forest
as emerald as your mother's ring
oh, my love
you are so much more
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
I once heard a story
about an angel
and a demon
that fell in love
they sat on opposite shoulders
with a world between them
but whispered secrets
through a human ear
chaos
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
I read the entire book in one day
I couldn't put it down
it moved me unlike anything I have ever read
and when it was finished, I had tears streaming down my face
sometimes I still pick it up to read my favorite passage
or I find myself analyzing every last bit of text
aren't you the human version
of my favorite book?
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
opposites attract
thank you Isaac Newton
but you were not my opposite
not my compliment
not my counterpart
you were me
in a boy's body
and I think
it got too painful
to watch myself drown
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 1:27 AM UTC