Love is a **** show,
a circus without any clowns
and a juggler who can't juggle.
Love is the tightness in my chest
when you call me baby
or say you love me.
Love is you going to bed
without talking to me all day
and I'm sad
but I convince myself you still care.
Love is the way I wake up in the morning
my heart hurts
my body is tired
but I want to talk to you.
Love is not knowing how to be loved
it is re-learning how to open up
how to accept compliments
how to tell him you love him too
Love is a whirlwind of emotions,
a human condition,
how i dream of falling asleep in your arms
your throat after sipping hot tea
the first snow of the season
cold pool water in the summer
the leaves crunching under your feet
the first tulips peeking out of the dirt
your smile when i say hello
my favorite songs
what is love
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
I would tell him to guess
what movie had I been watching
the soup I had been eating
how I felt inside.
I don't know what to think
he would say
you never tell me
tell me how you feel
about me, about us
I don't know
I leave you guessing
not on purpose
not because I don't feel
my life is a guessing game
and i'm sorry you had to play
but, man, guess my favorite album
my middle name,
my dreams
and i'm yours either way
a guessing game.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 8:51 PM UTC
do you miss how the sun would kiss you each morning
when you woke up and the birds were singing
and you were not yet afraid
you were not yet you
because I remember how you used to love picking flowers
and activities that resulted in grass stains
we were young but not yet full of sin
not to say that one can not remain pure
just that we were not trying hard enough to
and I hope when the sun rises tomorrow
or the day after that, and kisses your skin again
you will be able to remember why you love living
and all of the sadness
the anger, the pain inside of you
will melt away like the popsicles we used to eat
o.o.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 12:02 AM UTC
loss of motivation
currently leaving me alone
my grades are about to drop
faster than a rock
thrown by a rebel teen
at a neighbor's window
my mind has some loose parts
for now, and i have
no tools to fix it
i hope my mother isn't mad
when i'm missing all of my assignments
i was too busy
listening to music that makes me feel
and crying alone in my room
o.o.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
i want to give you hickies
all over your neck, and stomach, and thighs
i want to kiss you so much
that we forget that we need to breathe
i want to deeply love, write you poems and songs
and cry with you when it is too late to
hold it in any longer
your lips are perfectly shaped,
your eyes hold some type of magic
please let me be the one to love you
endlessly and without limits
we can do things that you
have never experienced before
i want to give you hickies
you can give them to me too,
if you want.
o.o.
4/6/16 11:01 pm
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC
i do not belong here
where i am right now
this is not my place in the world
please help me survive,
help me get through school
until i can figure out where
i am meant to be
and my chest will stop aching
and my eyes will no longer burn
o.o.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC
i want to hold your hand
and gaze at the stars
listen to our favorite songs
and drink out of twizzler straws.
this isn't quite a fairytale
but it's good enough for me
o.o.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
my eyes are heavy
but i will not fall asleep
just incase you call
o.o.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC
i hear you say
"i don't want to hurt you"
as i feel your words, like a knife
pierce through my chest
and go through my heart
and suddenly my passion
is deflated like a balloon
being pricked by a pin
-
"i don't want to hurt you"
but this feels like an elephant
is stepping on my chest
and i hurt.
despite your narrowing efforts
to keep me feeling safe
please stop making me feel like
i should just jump into the lake
o.o.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
Listening to the killers
At 12am in attempt to numb my brain
It's normal at this age they say
To become overwhelmed with pain
My head is heavy and dizzy
I've heard that blood will stain
But there's no need to worry
If anything my voice will strain
When I yell at you for being so blind
I feel like a tiny grain
Of sand that you have forgotten about
I write down my thoughts in attempt to refrain
From causing you any inconvenience
Like how the sky opens up and it rains
The windshield wipers on your car barely work
You complain
It's okay, you can't see, you're allowed to
But I feel like I'm going insane
And I need you to try to at least pick up on the signs
That are small. I'm able to maintain
An even smile though.
o.o.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC