trying to move on from you
is like seasickness.
off balance,
the whole world spinning under my feet
only stopping once i set foot on land
and see you
for even the briefest
of seconds.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC
the poets say that
tis better to have loved and lost
than never have loved at all.
however, it's worse to have loved and lost
and to still have that love
just out of reach.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC
I hate how you never look at me
How your eyes always pass me by
I hate if when you look at her,
And how it makes me cry.
I hate the fact you do math in pen
Because you're never wrong.
I hate the way you smile at me,
Like you're stringing me along.
I hate how blue your eyes can get
When you laugh or when you smile.
I hate the fact for you, I'd run
A hundred thousand miles.
I hate, I hate, I hate
Your entire ******* being.
So why is it, why is it,
you are everything I am seeing?
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
My love for you was like a ****
I did something on an empty stomach,
And what resulted had no substance.
(Also: love stinks.)
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
he smiled at her, and thus her fate was sealed.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
Yes, hello, doctor, it's been five days
But I've found that my symptoms haven't gone away.
Lately I've been distracted, and my heart's been racing
Sometimes I think of rings with a heart engraving.
When did this start? When I saw him walk by.
I was heading to my bus, and he waved goodbye.
Such a simple gesture shouldn't cause butterflies---
Please, please, doctor, can you give me advice?
What do you mean, I've fallen in love?
That's a disease I've never heard of.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
Her laugh was ugly, like a shaven baboon's.
You could hear her cackling all the way to the moon.
She tried to change her laugh into something more pretty,
But found that she couldn't.
What a pity.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
Deep in the desert where no one can see
Is a laboratory named "Area 143."
Like Area 51, it runs government tests
But not about aliens (though that's a good guess).
These facilities created, over the years,
A watch that would stop when your soulmate was near.
From your moment of birth, it would start to count down
To the exact moment when your soulmate was found.
For a while it worked, and all was well.
But a rise in divorce rang the warning bell.
For the watch could not predict that you'd love your mate,
Just someone that you could potentially date.
The CEO of Area 143
Tore his beard out and yelled, "This cannot be!"
He recalled all the watches and then packed them away
To a secret location, where they hide to this day.
But he did not know that other watchmakers
Had stolen the plans for these botched "soul-maters"
Today these copies are still for sale
Some think they do work, from school to jail.
So if you ever meet someone and you see your watch stop
You might have purchased one of these matchmaking flops.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC