I’m a ********* for love,
I couldn’t give you up
Sweeter dreams of yesterday
Are a lust that’s gone today
I’m a ********* for love
I gave my all not to give you up
Writing rhymes of wondrous romance
Trapped in feelings like a trance
I’m a ********* for love
Take the beating, give a hug
It’s only masochism when not returned
And believe me, girl, I’ll take the burn
A body that is bruised
Can indefinitely still be whole
What matters the most
Is the condition of your soul
Purity and peace
Hopefulness on bending knees
All these things you don’t possess
That you still never took from me.
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC
Here's my heart
I'll give it to you
Over and over again
Here are my tears
I left them on my
Cheeks for you
Here are my nights
They belong
To you anyway
Here are my mornings
I couldn't even
Rescue those
Here is my promise
I'll never leave you
Here is where you'll never be.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 8:45 AM UTC
I want you I want you I want you
There's nothing else I can make
myself say
No other words that escape my mouth
Your mouth.
I want it I want it I want it
I daydream about what it feels like
Buried beneath your lips
Is it possible to want something so bad
You need it
All drug addicts say this I'm sure
But I'm not an addict
And you're not a drug
You're the apple of my eye
And apples are healthy
Right?
I pick you I pick you I pick you
I don't care if you have worms
Or you're not quite in season
You taste like perfection to me
Taste you taste you taste you
I don't want to taste anyone else
But you
So want me want me want me
And pick me pick me pick me
Or let me let me let me
Go
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
I could've loved you
a thousand times over
and a million sleeps under
my soft, pleading sheets.
In a field far away from here
I'd lay you down gently
and pick the thorns from your memory
wipe the leaves from your face
and the tears from your cheek
until the only thing left to feel
is me.
I'd read you poetry
and maybe even tell you a story
of this girl who showed me
that love is a mystery
bought out by long histories
I spoke to you delicacies
even my tongue didn't believe.
But now that you're not next to me
showering me with broken dreams
I think it's time to change my sheets.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 8:30 AM UTC
Your eyes tell stories
more fictitious than
the Disney movies
I grew up watching.
Where tales of heroism
and unfailing love
filled my mind
with a tangible hope
that penetrated my soul
And the same one
that I cling to
now in solace
while I lie in my bed
convincing myself
of just the opposite.
That fairytales don't exist.
That the look in your eyes
is a lie.
And that although in the deepest
crevice of my heart,
and in the gut
of my bottomless stomach
I know
you feel at least something,
I will forever
deem it unattainable.
Because Mr. Disney
didn't write my life story
and I am no princess
nor you a Prince Charming.
And those tales of
happy endings
and true love
are for people
who are afraid of
a rocky road
and an uncertain future.
Snow White was helpless.
Cinderella had no backbone,
And the truth is
we are all beasts
in need of a Belle.
So if there's one thing
I can request of you love,
it is that the next time
you look at me
from across the room
with that gaze that re-ignites
hope in my soul,
it is that you do so
with eyes like hers,
pure and untainted
void of selfishness
and fear.
Because deep down
I will always be
that little girl
sitting in front of the tv screen
believing wholeheartedly
that one day that tale will be mine.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
Yesterday we had our first fight.
My heart was beating so fast
I was sure you could hear it.
But it was the craziest feeling.
I am still reeling over it.
Because amidst my anger
another emotion was so prominent
and so unequivocally there
that I'm not sure if my face
looked more frustrated or surprised.
It was passion.
Do not be mistaken,
I knew it was there.
But not like this.
If I were aware of its ability
to manifest itself in such ways,
I would've run so far away from you
that the only anger left in that bar
would've belonged to you.
But my subconscious has clearly been lying to me.
So here I am,
a physical mess.
Anxious, confused, sad.
All because fighting with you
Has extracted more feeling from my body
than any normal conversation
with someone else.
It kills me that these things
you will never know.
But lying here
in this pool of emotions,
I am acutely aware that
you don't deserve to know them.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
In her eyes
I see nothing
But feel everything
Her aura is so tangible
It singes the hair on my arms
And ****** the bottom of my feet
Like shards of glass
This world is big
And I am small
But one glance from her
Lights my insides on fire
The flames so fierce
They could burn
This whole city
To the ground
When I look at her
I don't ever. see. her.
I feel her.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
My hands tremble.
My insides turn outside.
My brain goes blank.
And every part of me
that was so sure and firm
is like the bowl of instant pudding
that hasn't set in the fridge long enough.
You don't just make
my body feel weak,
you make it feel foreign.
Like these past 23 years of my life
were spent on the moon
and now I'm finally coming
back down to Earth.
Maybe one day I'll tell you.
Or maybe I won't.
But either way, the effect
you have on me
could make a blind man see again.
Because even with my eyes closed
I see you all the time.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC