If I wanted to know what love felt like
I would have grabbed your hand under the sheets at midnight
Or kissed your cheek in the morning like the sun gets to do through the window
I would have traced the rim of your glasses with my fingertip
I would have painted the colors of my words with pinks instead of blue
I would have told the truth
But I didn't want to know what love felt like
So instead, I closed the door on your open heart
And drew a line in the sand in between "commitment" and "lust"
And I took a step away from you
And never looked back
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 5:06 AM UTC
If I could cast away Heartbreak
as easily
as you casted away our
Love
this would be
just
Fine.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
I hope you remember me on the 29th of every month
And I hope you look at every picture
And think of me
I hope you lay in your bed at night
And feel the memory of my body pressed against yours
Sleeping
I hope the ghost of our relationship
Makes you moan into the night
I hope your dog looks at you
And ***** his head
To ask
Where I've been
I hope your hand feels empty
While you take long drives
With the absence of my hand to hold it
I hope these memories burn into your eyes
And engrave my name into your heart
I hope you remember me
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC
I want
Microwave time
With you
Not
Roller coaster time
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
I thought
we would have more
time
to fall
out of
love
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 4:10 AM UTC
I’ll miss your smile in the moonlight.
The way the water bounces off your smile in the rain.
Your warm whisper floating around in my room at night.
I’ll miss you.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC
I stopped writing poetry when we were together, because all my words became devoted text messages and phone calls. Of course, you were never a man who was good with words, and I grew tired of one sided conversational poems. And you grew tired of my expectations for you to reciprocate. So I guess the pain and exhaustion was mutual. It’s a year and a half later, and I’m writing for the first time in a long time. Maybe this is all over. Maybe the struggle no longer exists, and we both are free. You’re free to keep your words to yourself, and I’m free to set my words on fire. I’m sorry. I guess I’ve always been a solo writer.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 4:53 AM UTC
I can't differentiate
between
drumbeats
and beats of my heart
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 3:56 AM UTC
It's nine
And the college fair is in half an hour
And I've never been to one
It's nine forty two
And I've made visits to seven booths
None of which
Catch my attention
It's nine fifty
And I'm wondering
If no schools seem appealing
Because no majors
To me
Are appealing
It's ten
And I have a collection of eight pens
After trading false promises
To fill out
Connection cards
It's ten ten
And the first college
Asks me
What I find interesting
Instead of what asking
What major
I am investing in
It's ten eleven
And after thinking for a bit
I said
Writing
It's ten twelve
And the young man
At the booth
Has given me
The last book he has
Which is a compilation
Of writing pieces
Of students in the school
It's ten thirteen
And I have filled out my first
Connection card
But I do not keep the pen
Because
I know I will remember the school
It is midnight
And I have read through
The writing book
Cover to cover
And have also
Plastered the name of the school
All over every corner
Of my brain
As well as
My bedroom wall
It is midnight
And I have decisions to make
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 7:02 AM UTC
I only look attractive at night
When the curtains fall
And my glasses slip to my nose
When my eyeliner is smeared into the creases of my lids
And my hair is wrapped up into a messy pile on the top of my head
Not the raw state you see in the early of the morning
But the raw state you see in the midst of the night
As the light fades from our bodies
And succumbs to exhaustion
When our angers no longer have any power over us
And sweet serenity washes through our minds
I only look attractive at night
For it is my most vulnerable state
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC