Once again I have fooled myself into
thinking someone would actually
stay.
Within five weeks you walked in,
stole a few kisses,
walked out.
The sad part isn't that you did that,
but that I was dumb enough to let you
destroy me.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
lately I've been catching myself missing you more than usual.
catching myself crying over the littlest things that happen
I wish you were here to catch me
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
if scars are our way of seeing
what we have been through,
are bruises the way we see what
bumps we've been through?
or how we let ourselves
get hurt.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC
One day you'll be closer to me
to hold me
to kiss me
to whisper in my ear
but all we have right now are
late night phone calls and
838 miles
which we must conquer
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
Being the most beautiful girl
in your eyes
is enough
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC
kissing you was like swerving into oncoming traffic
i can never tell if i am more haunted by empty picture frames or the ashes of their contents
you taught me that the saying "pick your battles" meant not answering when love was at the door
sometimes when i drink whiskey i swear i can hear your voice in the creases of my bedsheets & i sleep on the floor
i still catch myself running my hands over things you touched the most, looking for the echoes of your fingertips
i practice things i'll never say to you
i remember the day you told me you didn't like poetry, how "everything's already been said" & how "nothing meaningful can be captured without being cliche" you know, i don't miss you like the sun and moon, i do not miss you like tide bent waves crashing on the shoreline, i miss you like a chernobyl swingset misses children
rumor has it that drowning is a lot like coming home, that drinking bleach can **** the butterflies in your stomach
for your love of cigarettes, i would have been an ashtray
this halloween i want to dress up as the you when you loved yourself and show up on your doorstep
i never understood what you meant when you said i was an instrument, back when you would cup your hands around my chest and breathe through the holes in my heart, i still wonder if the sounds i made remind you of wind chimes
i never paid much attention to abandoned buildings until i became one
in my dreams all the flowers smell like your perfume
i am the only person who has ever wished for the same snowflake to fall twice
if i could go back, and rewrite the definition of audacity, it would be how when we lost the bet of love, you said "we never shook on it"
i love you, if the feeling is not mutual, please pretend this was a poem
the only apology i want from you, is to have you repeat the names of children we will never have in your parents living room until they *****
we are the same person if you find yourself up at 4am dry heaving promises, or if you are kept awake by the laughter of those who've abandoned you
nobody ever told you that goodbyes taste like the back of stamps
sometimes i'm convinced that the only reason we hug, is so you can check my back for exit wounds
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
I could go on for hours talking about you.
our past
the rough roads we traveled, how the *** holes knocked us out of balance but didn't cause too much damage.
how the roads lead is to we're we are today.
our present
the passion rekindling with every word your beautiful lips speak. spending late nights on the phone just chatting about nonsense.
our future
you being here with me. me being there with you. falling more and more in love with you each day I start and end with you.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
miles between you and I.
miles separating me from you.
the distance of which keeps me from wrapping my arms around you and keeping you safe.
the number that could never amount to the amount of lonely nights wishing I was so much closer.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC