Nothing is more inviting than your warmth when it's negative degrees outside,
even when that warmth is my phone and the sound of you breathing into yours
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 10:49 PM UTC
when someone goes to heaven
you forget they are there
you forget you cannot call them up
because all you will get is their voice mail, if you're lucky
when someone goes to heaven
you lose a part of you
you lose a certain spark that only they could ignite
when someone goes to heaven
things are not the same
things cannot go on the way they did
even though you had just forgotten
that they cannot text you back
and make you laugh they way they always did
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 10:19 PM UTC
you used to fall asleep so close to your phone I could feel your breaths on my end
I slept so peacefully it was like you were here tapping on your keyboard, singing me to sleep in sentences I would not read until the morning
days come and go but love does not and even if you sleep farther away from your phone now i still picture your computers dim light when I wake up at three in the morning when you wake me to ask me "are you okay"
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC
i probably own enough t shirts
to wear a different one every day of the month
the problem is-
so many of them remind me of you
(or, maybe, have been borrowed from you)
that i sleep with them every night as if
you were next to me hugging me as tight
as that little grey sweater you gave me
for a week (about a month ago)
the problem is even though i have a vast selection of shirts-
there is a void just as big i have to stuff them in so that
you are here with me, always
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
if you've never watched the snowfall
you wouldn't know how meticulous and precious the experience can be
but i promise nothing is more gentle than the feeling of your hand skimming my body in the middle of the night like we are two magnets and all we know how to do is attract
though i know you've watched the snowfall-
probably more times than i can count on each of my fingers and toes and that means you know just how much it means that you know the spots to touch just like the snow knows the spot to fall
what i'm trying to tell you is that the snow is precious and gentle and awe-inspiring and almost nothing could compare to it but you dear
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
i know i cannot give you the blood from my body to make you family to mine but we can always lend you helping hands and if you'd like
we always have an extra bed but i'm sure you'd much rather sleep with safety than the dark and i understand you are the way you are because you were raised to be great
even if that meant in the wrong ways you grew up to outshine the sun and radiate rays for it you grew up stronger than i could ever hope to be
but what i do hope to be is your world i want to give back to you flowers that were destroyed ages ago and a house that holds love i wanna make everything feel okay again because i promise you
it will be okay again and even if it is not right now i know time is on our side
your side
i am on your side and i promise until the day my hand can no longer hold yours i will help you give back the job of the sun so you can feel more like yourself more at home more like a brand new car than one with the wheels falling off i will help you wipe off your windshield because you deserve to see what a beautiful job you did helping the sun and that all my promises were meant for something more than just something to look forward to
i promise you
you are doing good
and i am so proud
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
writing of something attached to you is a simple thing;
i could tell a story all about my arms and how they are the sweetest things-
picking me up, stopping me from falling and helping me feed myself
sometimes i even lay my head on them and i fall asleep
it's simple because it's like a home
and six months ago you became a part of that home
a part of this human being with arms i sleep on and legs figured out i could open door handles with;
a whole entire section of me that keeps safety on the ceiling and happiness in all the cobwebs
a home within a home
experiencing love and wanting it became two different things quickly
i never knew love was so gently wrapped up between
"hey andy i hate you" and "hey kate go **** yourself"
but there it was
i guess it does come in all shapes and sizes
six months is a long time
to figure out where you can lay on another persons arm
and that you like the way they curl their feet while sitting;
that sometimes you slur your words and don't say the last parts of them
and other times you even decipher my backwards language that only you can seem to understand-
you aren't just my home
you are my hope
writing about love and arms and sleeping next to someone you love
comes too easy even when you're supposed to be doing schoolwork
or simply showering but what a lonely party that would be
i want love raining down on me instead
and when you came around it was always pouring
but i wouldn't call this a storm
more of a "april showers brings may flowers" thing
because you make tiny flowers grow and the birds sing i swear
i know some of this may be a bit backwards but i know you'll understand
you always do
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
hanging up made me mad
because i could not whisk you away
and i know 8 hours of sleeping next to
noises of me tossing and turning was the safest
place you'd be for a week
i want to protect you
and hold your hand even if
through speakers because
i can only do so much
even if kissing you through
a phone was impossible
i'd try because (and never forget)
you are worth it
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 7:05 AM UTC
i get so nervous to sleep
unless you are next to me
almost as if i don't trust
my dreams to be without
the comfort of your arms
keeping them safe
you've always had a way
of protecting me even if
we have't truly realized it
thank you
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
the t.v has never been turned up so loud
but today it is masking a missing voice
my room used to go months without hearing
though recently a five day period has been hell
on off days i would write to you
but i'm having trouble finding my voice-
or rather, the right letters to match my fingers pace
it's not that i no longer have feelings
though this off day has become an off month
and i've yet to type a single stanza that
satisfies the way i feel about you
there was a time i wasn't sure
in fact for five years i had convinced myself
i wasn't sure of being sure
and without getting too confusing-
long story short:
i am sure i was being an idiot
maybe i was blind
somewhere along the "unsure" line
i had opened my eyes and told everyone
within ear shot
"i am in love with my best friend"
though, you came closer than ear shot
and i was more of a ******* idiot
than i ever have been
the moral of this story,
and what i guess i've been trying to say
is that my tv has passed 8
to mask your missing voice
even though the noise drives me crazy
without your voice i am empty
(and not hearing your laugh drives me insane)
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC