Don't tell her
you love her
until you're
absolutely,
exceedingly,
profoundly,
certain
you'll love her forever.
Cause she'll take those words
and soak them into her skin,
absorbing them,
and soon enough
you'll make her heart melt
and it will fall
into your hands.
But she'll say them back
and mean them completely.
She'll hope
and pray
that you mean it
as much as she does,
because she's already falling,
trusting you to catch her.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
You were supposed to teach me how to make my coffee
so that it was sweet enough,
and how to stand up straight and look proud.
How to keep my room clean
and not procrastinate my homework.
How to tell the difference between a guy who loves me
and one who wants my body.
But mostly, aren't moms supposed to teach how to love?
All you taught me was how to cry so no one could hear,
and how to practice pain on myself
so that when my sister used me as her punching bag
I could show her that it didn't hurt.
How to turn my music up so loud I couldn't hear your insults.
How to fake a smile so that you don't get the satisfaction
of knowing you ******* me up.
And you never taught me how to forgive. So I don't.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
What I noticed first about you
is how you always seem to see the best in people.
How you saw the best in me.
But now, you just see right through me.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
One day you will meet someone, whose eyes remind you of the river; deep, blue, and magical. He'll put his hand in yours and you won't know what to say. And the first time you kiss? That's all you'll think about it for the next week.
And one day he'll break your heart.
And you'll cry,
and cry,
and cry. You'll cry into your best friends arms and apologize for leaving her alone. You'll stay up late writing poetry and eating ice cream. You'll see him in the hallways and sigh.
But one day, you will be okay. I promise.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
I think of you every time I go to the movies because you wanted to take me there so bad but I was scared because I thought you would force me to kiss you in the dark again and I think of you when I wear my red Doctor Who shirt because you and your mom said you loved it the first time we hung out and I think of you when I pass the kids in the hallway who used to tease us because I remember you losing your temper and I think of you when I watch Once Upon a Time on my couch because that's where we first held hands and I think of you when I pass by your house because you invited me there so many times but I didn't go because I knew I wouldn't be able to say no and I think of you when I call myself stupid because you'd always say there's a difference between acting careless and being dumb and that what I thought I was was wrong and I think of you when I pass the spot in the hallway where my tears were words but only I could understand them where I had my best friend say goodbye and we hugged for the very last time and I don't know if it was a mistake
but even though you're three months gone, you still make me think in run-on's.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
"Hey, how are you?"
you said, sitting at the table,
with your arms around her.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
And my knees shake when you talk to me, pretending everything's fine.
Pretending that I don't stay up
until 3am
writing poems about you.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder if
you actually believe
"it was the cat"
or if you
just
don't
care.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC