I don't want to touch your body.
No, darling. I want to touch your soul.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 3:49 AM UTC
And when I wake up,
with the crisp sunlight shining through the shades,
casting horizontal shadows on my cheek,
My heart throbs with hatred
That I survived through the night.
For my love of life is growing bleak.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 3:48 AM UTC
if you are the first boy to love me say, i am sorry you didn’t have anyone there when you were young. that the words you always needed to hear were so long in coming. i don’t believe no one wanted to hold you in their arms before, i bet they loved you but couldn’t show it. like you made their breath catch so they left your hands shaking, afraid to love the girl whose emotions ran deep like a well, whose heart was wide and open, who would come to know them better than themselves; afraid to let you in.
You were a girl they weren’t ready for but I, I will not be the same kind of foolish. I’ve been wanting to give you roses for the day you turned sixteen, but I can’t. Maybe in another life if I will be so blessed, younger we will meet again. For now instead I will plant you a whole garden. Am I a godsend? Was I what He intended for you? I have no idea but, you have been alone for so long it’s all your heart remembers. I know you are used to it, but I want to love you, and I will, for as long as you will let me. More than ‘i love you’, you are my life now, and i will plant new flowers every day, and we will water them together.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC
I've been trying to write about you for hours,
hoping the words will flow naturally,
and finally it'll all make sense.
But the hours have become days
and the words never came
so I'm just as confused as when I began.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
I don't believe in God
But I believe in faith
I don't believe in miracles
But I believe in hard work
I don't believe prayer works
But I believe prayer heals
I don't believe we need to give
But I believe we should
I do not believe in many things
But I believe in much more
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
Silently lie in the grass,
On the hill above the lights.
Steal a kiss,
In between ,
Each drag on this cigarette.
And
Let's
Take bets on which is more
Dangerous.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
I am torn between
Running to your door
And telling you I love you
Face to face
Or
Crawling in my bed
And whispering I love you
From far away
(I wonder which one you would hear better)
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
Tell me a secret
and I'll help you keep it
One line at a time
you'll be just fine
Share in this moment
I know that you want it
So take a deep breath
let it clear your head
Fill me in on your dreams
before it is you leave
Open your heart
before you depart
Just take your time
if you feel inclined
If you have the notion
to share in your motion
Please help me to see
what is your greatest need
Lay open your life
and I'll step inside
Bringing a change about
as we talk it out
If you have it in mind
perhaps now is the time
To tell me a secret
and I'll help you keep it
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
and here i am again
at the intersection
of pedestrian language
& old wives tales
swallowing gum
like 7 year memories
opening umbrellas inside
cause i can't seem get away
from all of this rain
i ********** with my left hand
cause i was told
back in highschool that
"it feels like someone else is doing it"
it gets me wondering
about the difference between
losing you and finding out
that some one else found you
or my sleep
or lack thereof
its starting to tear me apart
i keep having this dream
where you are in
an unfamiliar body of water
trying to wash my poetry
off of your hands
or the one where
something happens in my chest
every time you sit
on someone else's bed
i'm tired of feeling like something you've misplaced
but don't have the heart
to look for anymore
tired of you saying my name
like you're trying to bury it
i'm tired of wondering
if you can tell the difference
between the absence
of my voice & silence
the other day
i almost started sobbing
at work when a woman
asked me about
our equipment
i was explaining how
things come apart
and almost mentioned your name
it made me think
of how you used to say
things like "what would you do
if i showed up on your doorstep
one day?" now, i haunt
the windows in my house
i don't leave for weeks at a time
i sit on the porch like the dog
you didn't shoot behind the shed
the one that refuses to die
until you come home again
i told somebody once, that
you didn't even know
what my voicemail sounded like
i wonder if they thought
it was because you
are so important that i never
let it ring that many times
before picking up
or if you dont know
what it sounds like
because you've never called
you can't be the ****** weapon
and the search party
i'm tired of all the seats
to the ferris wheel in my chest
being empty
tired of your voice
being the one i look for
in abandoned places
that one sound i beg
to bounce back
down vacant hallways
i just seem to stand there
in all of that quiet
like someone looking for a mistake
on an eviction notice
so i guess the hardest part
isn't letting go
it's forgetting
you ever had a grip
in the first place
and since you've been gone
i wonder if when
you pushed yourself away from me
you used your left hand
so it felt like someone else did it
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC
Nothing's the same because of you.
I miss our hugs and kisses.
The way we would laugh.
They way you smiled.
The way I saw myself in your eyes.
I knew I meant everything to you.
But I didn't see it
And I needed too.
Now that you have your life and I have mine, I have no one to run too.
I'm alone without you.
I need you here.
Please come back.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC