You know how people always build homes
in the people they love?
Me being the silliest architect there could be
Built a tiny igloo in you
With little if not no certainty,
Within the bountiful depths and crevices
In your mind of a maze and icy darkness of your soul
I found a spot for myself amidst the craze,
to keep myself warm and cosy from the cold.
In this little safe haven I seek comfort in
I established a place I called my own.
My tiny space of refuge I call it,
but in it I live alone.
As loneliness kicks in
I slowly explore outside of home,
In search of a getaway retreat
Nothing too fancy, nowhere alone.
And then I realise how homesick I get
When I dwell in the heart of another
All I want to do is to return
Back into a pair of arms that wont falter.
Did I mention how I built an igloo in you and called it my home?
Igloos melt in heat
and my love, so did you.
My home no longer.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 11:10 AM UTC
Time with you feels like travelling through a never ending tunnel
one that brims with uncertainty and complete darkness
I never know what to expect from your pace and direction
nor do I feel the existence (any longer) of (if any) connection
I feed on the minute glimpse of sunlight that creeps ahead
Stay my love, stay with me, you plead
because you know this is a one way track
and there really is no turning back
We twist, we turn
We crash, and we burn
We crave, and we yearn
We lose, and we learn
I guess no matter where this takes us
I have you, and you, me
someday love will wrap around and blanket us instead
and our bodies will bath in the light ahead
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
Today I saw you as you.
I saw everything about you.
I studied you.
I attempted to understand you.
I shift my eyes away from yours
diverting them to your ears
the ears that listened to my incessant cries
and heard my foolish fears
I move down to your mouth
which spoke to me only kind words
and also incompetently mimic the chirping
Of Abyssinian lovebirds
I scan over your honey-olive arm
and the smoothness of your skin
which, for warmth, among other things
I seek refuge in
I hung my head earthward
giving attention to your feet
the ones that brought you far and wide
just to let us meet
You call my name.
I glance back up and look you in the eye
those eyes were now blank and cold
I could not see you anymore, but I still try.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
I am but dirt in soil
I am the filth that thrives
through the contribution
of **** from dogs and mice
You, you’re a ******* flower
through the seasons of rain and shine
you grow and bloom
but no, I never called you mine
Flaunt your bright petals and floral scent
but remember that without me
you could have never grown
into someone so lovely
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 4:53 AM UTC
Am I just another eight digits in your mobile phone?
Am I just a single thought when you’re sad and alone?
Am I just another drop of water in the shower
Or am I just that tiny piece of cake you devour?
Sometimes you make me feel like I’m all eight digits, added up.
Sometimes you make it seem like I’m all you ever think about.
Sometimes you make me rain on you with strong gushes of water
and sometimes I feel like the whole cake you devour.
But more importantly, most of the time, I am really just…….
an unfortunate another.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 9:53 AM UTC
why didn't you let me pull the satin strings,
that secured your cardiovascular *****
why couldn't you expose yourself to me,
the side that no one else can see?
why didn't you undress your mind?
why didn't you undress your heart?
it's not like being naked is forbidden
but wow, it's tearing me apart
I don't think I can do this anymore,
your touch, your warmth, your words,
they come and go
like promiscuous birds.
I had feelings for you I could never explain
to anyone, or anything.
I have to go now, I have to go somewhere,
that would make my heart sing.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 3:17 AM UTC
my mind feels like it's been set on fire
with the smoke of cigarettes that'll build an empire
i could paint you a palace of words you desire
and then back down, weak and torn, i retire
i know sometimes i curse you with words of fire
but my love, we both know you're a ******* liar
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
you could drown me in
a sea of hungry sharks
or feed me to the menacing
crocs in the parks
you could smoke me like
your last cigarette
or down me like
your last alcohol bet
you could grind my bones
and play with the shards
then mould them up again,
into clean white cards
with those white cards
you shuffle me away and tell me
"shoo"
but my heart will still,
no matter what,
run back to you.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder
but what the heck do they actually know?
Each day without you, my heart begins to wander
into tunnels of turmoil and bridges of woe
How can I be fond of something so far away?
How is it possible to be so devoted to
something not within reach or sight?
I wish I could tell you I miss you,
because I really do.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
You cross my mind once every five minutes.
That means I think about you at least 12 times every hour.
288 times a day.
2016 times a week.
I could tell you how the glowing moon reminds me of the light in your eyes that shine every time you speak.
I could tell you how the vast ocean reminds me of your adventurous soul and how I want to discover every single part of you.
I could tell you how the song playing on the radio reminds me of the time you sang to me out of tune but it was true music to my ears.
I could tell you how the bitter cucumbers I had in my sandwich remind me of the nasty things you said to me before you didn’t say anything at all.
I could tell you how much I miss you, but I don’t.
because I simply could not.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC