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meaghan
meaghan
it's not poetry, it's just words
and when i looked at you i saw the kind of forevers that people swear don't exist, that people dream about
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Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC
forever
perhaps it's true that our memories are built like cities inside us all skyscrapers and bright lights and blind idealism
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Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
city slicker
it's like our skin is magnetic only attracting the other's hands and elbows and knees always brushing skin against skin forever chaste and accidental
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Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 11:28 PM UTC
magnetic
we didn't know each other but the way he smiled at me made me feel like we did. all teeth and gums and warm warm warm. i wondered if he could feel my heart fly out of my chest and land firmly in his back pocket.
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Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 11:26 PM UTC
warm
I scribbled down **** you" 80 times that night with tears in my eyes and anger in my chest when no one was looking I still haven't figured out if the **** you was to you for not being there or to myself for still wanting you to be
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Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
**** you
i'm learning to be less of a thunderstorm
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Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
work in progress
so I lay completely still, staring into the pitch black that almost seemed to be swallowing me, and was soon greeted by sleep rather than the tears I was so sure would come
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Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
goodnight
as time went on, all I wanted was my lungs to be filled with you you you because you made me feel alive in a way oxygen never could. but, the fact of the matter is that you can never truly fill your lungs with the same air twice so you were there and then you were gone and I've been gasping for you ever since
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
like oxygen
on the days where you're still worlds away and I can feel your absence everywhere, even inbetween my bones, I find salvation in the thought of us even existing in the same lifetime and how lucky I am to be able to love someone as captivating as you
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
salvation
and I swear to god, he is Midas because the memory of his hand on my waist makes me feel golden
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
Midas