He’s someone out of a dream, or a fairy tale and when he saved me he was a prince rescuing a damsel in distress. He holds a smile of sunshine and shares with me words of promise and pure gold. When I hold his hand I feel like a child who’s about to ride her first roller-coaster; with butterflies on the inside and knuckles clasped. Gripping with no desire to release thanks to the fear that letting go could result in disaster. And his lips are salt water; the more they caress mine, my thirst for them perpetually increases.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 8:03 PM UTC
the feeling he gives me
is an omnipresent euphoria
that ratifies my body,
embracing all of me;
from the calicoes built up on
the bottom of my heels to the
baby hairs that frame my face.
every square inch of my body
becomes profusely dominated
by the rush of enchantment
i am graced with
once he makes an appearance
in my atmosphere.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
i don't know if i'm phrasing this right but no one in my house validates my feelings; they always kind of brush them off or make me feel like i am irrelevant and don't matter and you know what? i think that is one of the main things that has ****** me over. i watch movies and tv shows and see how ******* compassionate the mothers are with their children and i have never once felt like my feelings even matter to my mother or that she even gives a **** about me or the relationships i have. just because i have only been on this earth for sixteen and a half years doesn't ******* mean i don't have feelings and problems or that i can't feel hurt or depressed or anxious or in love. that doesn't come with age, it comes with being alive. i am just as much of a human being as you are and it breaks whats left of my glass heart and she doesn't even care enough to get the dustpan and sweep it up into the garbage can.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
i can't touch
my pen to a
piece of paper without
the overwhelming desire
to write your name
next to mine.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
the room all of a sudden feels smaller and colder and completely empty without his aura filling up every last square inch of it. i wish he could forever be in my arms, in my bed under my covers, in my room, in my house. but sadly he cannot be; he has his own bed and his own covers, in his own room in his own house.
although when we are together we are electric. when he touches me i feel it buzz on my skin, and when he stares into my eyes i feel it bouncing around my insides. and when we laugh harmoniously, its as if you could almost hear the electric currents rushing around in our atmosphere.
the smell of his skin has found its way into my sheets; i take in deep breath after deep breath, reminiscing the moments he spent laying here with me, radiating his warmth that comforted me more than any blanket ever could. the taste of his kiss still lingers on my lips, fading away as each minute comes and goes. the room seems so quiet, even though the only absent sounds are his rhythmic breaths and heartbeat.
i can almost still feel his touch on my back, stomach, thighs; as if he had left invisible prints everywhere his hands came in contact with my body. these hand prints are like a souvenir from my day with him; along with all the vampire kisses he has created on me, in places where only he and i can ever lay eyes on them.
when i am around him, i feel completely, utterly, unapologetically, myself. i don’t have to hide anything from him; i can giggle, i can cry, i can be angry, passionate, selfish, annoying, euphoric, childish, regretful, devious, you name it; he will still love me, in all of my forms.
but after he has gone, i feel almost lifeless again. my bedroom just seems like the old familiar place i have known since childhood; contrasting with how this room transforms when he is inside of it. so i sit for a moment, observing the negative space he once took up; wishing his bones and heart and eyes and everything that make up his flawless existence could infinity lie in the empty space all around me.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
the stars are incredible tonight and i’m lying here in pain for god knows what reason and i wish you were here because you are the only one who can calm me down and excite me at the same time and i hurt inside but i don’t know why but maybe its because the voices in my head are telling my insides to hurt like that but what do i know i’m just a teenage girl who probably won’t amount to anything because i am lazy and selfish and untalented and not so bright when it comes to school and stuff you know? i am really smart sometimes when it comes to people and their problems but what about my problems? do i have any or are they an illusion created by all the “whats wrong” ‘s and the “are you okay” ‘s and i want to say yes don’t worry but i cant with a straight face a lot of the time so i yell and i cry and i sing, all alone where no one can see or hear me, so i can maintain my angelic facade. i’m the one who helps, not the one who needs help but i do sometimes because i crack and tear and implode sometimes but no one sees it, because i say i’m just fine.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
there is not a sufficient combination
of letters and words to describe
how my mind wonders of you,
how my body craves you,
and how my eyes see you
the way my heart wishes
you could see
yourself.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
we went for a walk
at sunset
on the outskirts
of our little paper town.
on a grassy hill
in the country side
we lay close together
just close enough to touch;
under the incandescent glow
of the street lamps.
stars finally submerge
but the only ones i see
are the ones in your eyes.
fireworks boom in the distance
dancing around the sky with
reckless abandon.
we watch them with fingers intertwined
and i say to you
*"that is how you make me feel inside,
like a firework"*.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
sitting alongside each other
in the dark.
a room full of strangers
made us feel as if it were
just the two of us,
we just about kissed.
although, overtime
we would get close enough, we'd remember our circumstance
and slowly part.
i wish with all my heart
that we come
lay somewhere together,
forget the world
full of plans
and promises;
so we could
finally kiss
with our minds
at peace.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
beneath the stars
above the lights
wondering where
you are tonight.
wondering what song
your heart is singing
perhaps i know the tune.
wondering if
curiosity is dancing
around your head
as it is in mine.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC