he looks for her
between the thighs
of girls whose faces he cant
make out in the dark
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 10:16 PM UTC
if i fall in love with you
know that it won't be like the love you see on tv screens
know that my love is subtle
my love is calm, like the ocean,
my love is not backs pressing against walls
my love is not bruise-like marks on collarbones
my love is the brushing of fingertips
my love is the rushing of blood onto shy cheeks
know that when i fall in love with you
my love will not be explicit
i will not tell you i love you
i will let the shy glaces
and the interlacing of our hands speak for me
know that when i love you
you will know
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 7:37 PM UTC
oh, what a delicate soul you are
how i long to explore the halls and
corridors
how i long to be with you
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
i miss you
and the words you spoke
and the poems you wrote.
i miss you
and your pretty eyes,
and our sleepless nights,
and your lovely lies.
i miss you,
and your messy hair,
and your artsy flare.
i miss you,
and i miss us,
and i really,
really miss
the way we loved.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 7:26 PM UTC
i am unconsiously
looking for him
in the nooks &
crevices of you .
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 12:38 AM UTC
i’m finding it hard to even
exist within my own head,
you’re in every corner of my
mind
it’s suffocating
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 7:06 PM UTC
i searched for depth in the shallow end
of the pool, in a place where depth did not
exist, and yet i somehow managed to drown.
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC
i never really noticed the beauty
in brown eyes
until i met you.
and seemingly out of nowhere,
i began to take notice to
the subtle flecks of russet,
and spots of sepia,
that so beautifully
rested in your taupe, somber eyes.
slowly, but surely i fell in love
with your once ordinary eyes;
who knew brown eyes could be
so lovely, so warm;
who knew
brown eyes could feel like home?
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 5:43 PM UTC
how lovely was it,
to be held in his arms,
perhaps i was too small,
and his forearm stretched
across my stomach,
but my love for him was
far larger than he.
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC
i like your crooked teeth,
and the fact that you’ve never
attempted to fix them.
i like your unruly eyebrows,
unkempt and raw, they intrigue me.
everything about you is so imperfect,
and its such a shame that those who have
come before me have not fallen in love with
all of your flaws, and its such a
travesty that you,
my love, cannot
see the beauty
in all of your
so called physical
inadequacies.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC