i want to write about you
but i think it might be too soon
i am stopped on the cracked cement
next to a small but necessary park
in the middle of it all
there are hundreds of thousands of windows
shut tightly to keep the cool air in
the only chickens for miles
are being served up on plates
between college roommates
and lovers who find the city
more romantic than any
vague resemblance of a kiss
exchanged quickly on a narrow step
but still, i carry around my wicker basket
packed with old egg cartons
and carefully folded tea towels
i memorize the feeling of tired eyes that won’t look away
of how warm it is inside my bedroom with the door closed
tracing your outline in the dark
until the soft orange light of morning
paints every shadowy corner
until i have found myself feral
deep in a dark blue thicket
somewhere between you and the trees
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 9:23 AM UTC
I’m not good at writing what i feel
because it’s hard to choose words that would describe
such a feeling that’s much more than just that word
i’m not good at drawing to show what’s in my head, either
because if i did draw to release my mind,
all you’ll see is a bunch of ugly tangled lines that wouldn’t make sense
i mean, it’s a mess in there
neither am i good at singing, dancing, acting, or anything else
honestly because i’m a loser who has passion for nothing
but i’m pretty sure you’re the perfect way
to pour my whole ******* soul
and everything I am into
and i’m sorry if this offends you
because you may find it insulting
that I want to use you as my stress ball
it’s just that
maybe i don’t want
to be good at writing
or drawing
or singing
maybe i want you to be all that i pour myself to
because you’re so god **** special and amazing
you deserve all the ‘worked-hard on this, stayed up late last night’ things
and the last piece of pizza and the best coffee in the world
and that expensive first-edition leather-bound book
and everything
everything
i want you to have every ******* thing i can offer
every good thing left in me
because i swear
i’m turning bad
and i don’t want you to leave
maybe
i want to give you my heart
it’s yours
take it
it’s yours
i don’t want you to leave
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
And so I fall asleep
waiting for our paths to cross
and us to find each other
because it’s been quite awhile
and it seems that you’re lost
or maybe
you took another way
and found someone else,
not knowing that
I am waiting
waiting for you
to wake me
with that kiss
that will fix me
and lift me up
and you’ll take me
away from my misery
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
Everyday
she was oblivious,
passing by
the passers by
everyday was
a world
of emptiness
and straight lines,
same routines
and
expected outcome
nothing was ever new,
everything
was so sure
as night
and day
and he hoped that
the clouds in her eyes
would stop blocking
everything
so that
she may see
that it doesn't
have to be this way
everyday
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
Time passes by
and I realize that
we will always be strangers
no matter what
and it's quite sad
how I swore it would last
but nothing ever lasts
with me
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
The first time I saw you,
you were smiling
and I was smiling too
and we were happy
But as the days pass by
you've become so distant
like you were never even happy
and it's like I wasn't ever happy too
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC