I drink to get you out of my head
But even with alcohol blurring up my thoughts
You are still the clearest one
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
You filled something in me
I didn't know was empty
Then you left
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
I dream about kissing you a lot
and it kind of makes me hate myself
It makes me hate you
a little bit too
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC
two weeks ago you said
you liked me
and wrapped your arms around
me
and made me feel important
but tonight you changed the subject
and now
we're on opposite ends of the couch
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
i didn't want you to leave
even now, i can't let you leave me
i miss the way you laughed at all my dumb things
and pushed up your glasses every time you smiled
i miss looking at your eyes
because they are the lightest blue
and would it be too cliche to compare them to the sky
because that's all i saw
when i looked into you
i miss the way you were comfortable
i miss the way i was comfortable
you're the only thing i can write about and it's been over a year
i want to hate you
i want to hate the way you made me love
your red hair and your stupid neck beard
and your perfect nose
i hate the way i miss you
i miss the late nights
and falling asleep to your breathing
(you were perfect because you didn't snore)
i miss the friendship
the laying around listening to records
or watching movies
i hate the way i miss you because i miss you in the worst way
i miss you in the way that it
just kind of fades into a person
you stop noticing it
then one day something makes me think of you
and there it is
i miss you all the time
everyday
without even noticing
it isn't an aching
it's just there
it's been over a year but i don't think i'll ever stop missing you
maybe one day i'll just stop noticing
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
you're always there when my mind gets lonely
and it always messes me up
because i thought
i had laid you to rest
my heart is destroying itself
simply because it misunderstands
you are not coming back
- l. m.
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC
i'm suffocating
watching my best friend
and that guy i wrote
all those poems about
fall into their own pathetic romance
i can't breathe
i don't want to
i hate myself
almost as much as i hate them
i'm suffocating
and nobody knows
gasping for air
never reaching the surface
somebody get me out of here
- l. m.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 12:10 AM UTC
swallowing feelings are hard
walking all over
your heart
something that I've experienced
one too many times
but I've discovered something beautiful
it brings joy
which sounds like
the most twisted thing
but i'm serious
once you choke them back down
and digest them
you can breathe again
let go
it's then that you realize
that having feelings
for somebody
is one of the most wonderful
and horrendous things
in life
but I think that beauty and tragedy usually
end up
going hand and hand
anyway
I guess
that's life
- l. m.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
he's so unsure
in the most self assured way
he has eyes like the sea
before a storm
a combination of
blue
and
green
so remarkable
that you want nothing but
to have them look
into yours
the very same way
and his laugh is
a sound that should be
boxed up
and put away
to be accessed at a
moments notice
to be cherished
--always
every single time it
stumbles out
of his diaphragm
his face is
familiar
in the way of a childhood comfort
that you never want
to un-see
a mix of joy and nostalgia
that you want to relive
everyday
he has a way about him
like
he could break at
one crooked word
yet
he's strong enough
to carry
the whole world around
on his shoulders
he's unerasable
but you wouldn't
even want to erase him
if you had the chance
--he's perfect
he'd carry around all your burdens with you
and bottle up your laughs
and document every three A.M. conversation
you constantly just want to
be with him
because that's where you're okay
and you want to tell him
you want him
to know
but
he probably wouldn't want that
and in all likelihood
he would disappear
and that
would be like
trying to breathe
under
water
- l. m.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
there's something simple about waking up early
on a summer morning
tiptoeing down the stairs
everyone else in the house
still
asleep
unaware of your stirring
sunlight illuminating
the just recently
dark corners
bare feet pattering against
wooden floors
in that moment it seems everything
will be okay
it's easier to hope
---breathe
hope is simple
in the early morning
because
you see
no one has
had the chance
to
break it yet
- l. m.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC