You lied.
You said you'd be leaving the country,
But you lied.
I still find pieces of you
everywhere I go.
You're the song that comes on the radio in taxis, begging to be missed.
I know it's you when my hands start itching to grab my phone to see if you messaged me.
Everytime I hear my phone ring,
For a moment I swear it was your name that flashed on the screen.
You lied.
You said you left the country,
But why is it that everytime
I look for you,
I always find you
in my heart?
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 6:02 AM UTC
His lips are clean
Of coffee breath
And cigarettes
His hands are clean
From holding hands
And one night stands.
His shoes are clean
Of ***** stains
From liquor chains.
Yet his tongue,
Indulged in lies
Promises turned into goodbyes.
His mind is a clutter
His lips have uttered
Names of girls who do not matter.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
I miss your face
Don't get me started about your smile.
I miss your hands
I haven't held them in a while.
I miss your lips
I'm not going to lie.
I miss your voice
Even if you'll call to say 'Hi'.
I miss your arms
And how you'd wrap them around me.
I miss your scent
It's synonymous to home and safety.
I miss your warmth,
most of all, most of all.
And I'd still miss you
Even if you'll call.
I know it's idiotic for me to miss your existence
When you call me with consistence,
But baby, it's not the time;
It's the distance.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
I loved a man
with all my heart
and he said
he loved me back.
But months later
he went with her
so now my heart
has a crack.
A crack so wide,
it could swallow
you whole, like all
I ever wanted to be.
Now everyday,
I suffer the truth
That who he wants
Has never been me.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
The way you stare
as if the galaxies
are right in front of you.
The way you smile,
like you've discovered
a new type of hue.
Too bad you're looking at her,
and
not me.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC
I long to memorize
every thing you tell me.
Every word you say late at night when
your brain turns drunk even if you're sober.
I want to inject your words into my veins
so the moment you walk out of my life,
I could cut my skin open and
bleed your words out.
Just like that.
I want to kiss you in the middle of your sentences
that I can taste your words
and transfer them into my system.
So the moment you regret ever saying them,
I could shove a finger down my throat
and force them out just like that.
These are things I'm willing to do,
To let you know
That with every word that comes out of your mouth,
Bitter or sweet,
Is a stab in my gut.
Not at the moment,
but once you leave.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
Things are different with you;
Loving you is like writing again
After a long time of being idle.
I've written on so many pages before,
And wrote a lot of poetry.
But my hands can't seem to
Stop trembling as I write on these pages once again.
It's not because I'm terrified this poetry might turn out badly,
(Although the possibility's alarmingly huge)
But because it's been a while since I've written again,
And I'm unsure if I can create a masterpiece,
Because I want to.
But my hands won't stop shaking.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
Loving you is hard to regret;
How can I regret
when loving you made me
a better person?
When it felt so good
to lie beside you,
spreading our warmth
onto the cold wet grass?
When it's all that I've ever done right
in years of being wrong?
When you made me write
beautiful poetry?
How can I regret
when writing you letters every night,
calmed the storm in my eyes?
And even if you've shut me out of your life,
as you've identified my name synonymous to "regret",
I'll never regret loving you,
because I still do--
3 years later.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
I should like to be your sunshine.
Let me radiate love around your atmosphere.
Let my rays dissect your innards,
And fill your body with warmth.
I should like to be your sunshine.
For without me,
Your day would be empty,
For without me,
The rainbows from your heart won't reflect;
The flowers in your mouth won't bloom;
The storm in your eyes won't cease.
I should like to be your sunshine.
Beautiful in your eyes,
Illuminating your day with hues.
But the sun may set,
And the moon shall rise,
And I may no longer be within your reach,
or I may have seemingly disappeared.
But love, be reminded
That as you gaze upon the night sky,
My love for you will shine still,
And the moon shall echo the love of
Your dear sunshine.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
Come on little soldier,
Pick up your gun
Go on little soldier,
The war has just begun
Come on little soldier
You'll make it through.
Hey, my little soldier,
I love you.
-God
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC