She paints me as a dream even as I see my flaws beneath the decorated canvas
Shes plays my heart, string for string and I might have thought she had been playing all her life
Love wasn’t something I knew before her, it’s like I was living in grey scale and she was the first thing I saw in color
The other day I saw a red bird perched on my balcony
I thought to text her and tell her in that moment I knew
I didn’t believe in signs from God until I saw her and then they started appearing at my door to sing me good morning
For a while I was convinced there wasn’t anyone who could know me like this
My heart is a sink full of ***** dishes I always distract myself from cleaning, but she listens
I’m not much of a love poet, but if I were to decide to write about love,
it would be about her
May 22, 2024
May 22, 2024 at 9:25 AM UTC
you’re the reason i eat burnt toast in the morning
drink cold coffee
and forget to tie my shoes
Mar 27, 2022
Mar 27, 2022 at 9:23 PM UTC
bedridden by the thought of you,
i’m forced to sleep and fall into dreams of
what i wish could happen between us,
but for now i’ll write you poetry
steal your hand for a drunken dance
and walk you home,
asking for
nothing more
Feb 4, 2022
Feb 4, 2022 at 7:52 PM UTC
curly hair, sweet laughter, and
honey filled eyes
id risk it all for you, if just given the time
Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 12:13 PM UTC
i was so excited
to start something new
then you took my heart
and turned it back to blue
Jan 16, 2022
Jan 16, 2022 at 7:43 PM UTC
rain rain
stay with me
you bring joy
and all great things
if you go
i’ll be sad
and wonder why i feel this bad
Jan 12, 2022
Jan 12, 2022 at 9:29 PM UTC
blue as the ocean
from the inside out
it’s hurts so bad
to try and love myself
i’ve gotten used to being sad
with tear filled eyes
i’m starting to appreciate
how it turns them to a
gentle shade of blue
Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 2:41 PM UTC
now i lay me down to sleep
i pray the lord, my thoughts to keep
my anxious mind
runs through the night
i don’t know if i
can stay this time
Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 3:27 PM UTC
i look for myself in people constantly
i direct my image outside and wonder why i keep leaving places empty handed
i am enough
so why do my lips ache to say your name
how do my hands fit so perfectly around your waist but when i come home and lay in bed alone i’m left with nothing but moments
i’m exhausting my love in places that cannot be accepted so when i look in the mirror i see nothing but a person searching for someone to hold
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 11:13 PM UTC
just let me catch my breath
it’s been 22 years and i haven’t been able to keep down a morning breakfast yet
it’s been so long,
i now address you as my friend but please anxiety, stop following me to bed
a lullaby of all our mistakes
the morning birds scream in my face
can i just have one day to myself?
free of anxiety and everything else
Oct 13, 2021
Oct 13, 2021 at 12:27 AM UTC