Missing you comes in waves
and tonight I'm drowning,
weighted down by driftwood memories
and sinking with an anchored love.
I am the vessel,
your heart is the ocean;
may the waters become too strong
and swallow me whole.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC
I dont want to be everything.
I want to be your morning coffee,
the caffeine crashing through your veins;
the smell of thunderstorms in June,
flooding your lungs with early summer.
I want to be the song stuck in your head,
your favorite tshirt
and the same pillow you sleep with every night.
I dont want to be everything,
but I want to be something
you'll always need.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 9:38 PM UTC
You and me are together
in dreams that I swear are memories.
Do you remember?
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
You are the strange delicacy of a bruise,
turning in color with the passing of the hours and
radiating with a lingering hurt.
You are like hot water to the skin,
beating and burning until it scalds the surface but
soothing a deeper pain.
You are the knife I turn inside myself,
the wound I pick at while it tries to heal,
the flame I hold my hand up against
even though I know how it hurts -
and that is the beauty and burden of love.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC
There is a constant war within my heart,
a redundant battle about whether it is full
or empty.
There is so much of you
swimming in the void,
that it's impossible to decipher between loss
and love.
In the endless stretch of midnight I find you
wandering along the synapses,
following my brain waves like road maps.
Only here do we still exist,
kept alive by dreams that I swear are memories.
So tell me,
do you remember?
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC
I broke my heart into a puzzle of pieces
hoping to rebuild the empty people that I met.
Each one asked for a sliver,
but just one was never enough.
I discovered people were more hollow than full,
and that they took more than they gave.
Soon I was the empty one,
my fragmented love living in those
who had already left.
What a breathtaking hell you must endure
to search for yourself in the people you have loved,
but lost.
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
The thing about Love is that it swallows you whole,
rather than taking bits and pieces at a time.
It does not ask permission,
it does not knock and wait for you to answer.
Love does not ask if you are ready,
or come at the right time;
it does not settle for
"maybe," or "almost."
Love does not rest, or
soften its grip.
It is not patient.
The thing about Love is that it
crashes through you like a wave;
it fills your lungs, breaks your bones and
drowns the cage around your heart.
Love destroys and rebuilds at once,
and I'm not sure whether to smile
or ache.
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 11:15 AM UTC
Where will I be when love
changes?
When it doesn't make my
hands shake and my heart
break
Where will I be when love
stays?
When it sails instead of sinks,
holds me up instead of
drags me down
Where will I be when love
comes for me?
With you,
even if you are not there with me.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC
The emptiness of midnight
has a way of moving the settled seas
of the heart.
The moon hangs desperately,
the darkness seeps into your skin.
The tides turn within your veins and
you sink.
It's there
in the depths of the waves that swell
and swallow your harbor:
the love you left to drown, but has found its anchor
in your bones.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC
You live in memories
that dance along my ribs,
twist around my lungs and
swim in my veins.
I feel you like scars,
carved deep into my skin with
hurt and hope.
Sometimes I think you can hear me,
when it's 3:57am and the oceans between us are here
in my heart.
You have become my
blood
bones
breath -
I have to tear myself apart
to let you go.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC