So I can sail my way to you
I’ll sail across the seven seas if that is what it takes to see
you, and I’ve been thinkin lately
out here in this ocean, the stars are so much brighter baby
I hope I’ll see you soon
I’m lost somewhere beneath the moon
My heart, an island long deserted
But there’s some vacancy for you
Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 10:46 PM UTC
I hate the need to always make myself look interesting
The feeling of needing to make myself look cool or fun washes over often
“If I can just do X, Y, or Z than they’ll wanna see me”
When’s it gonna feel okay to be boring?
I know I am not infinitely interesting but I constantly feel like I need to be
If someone’s gonna love me they’re gonna love me in my silence
They’ll love me when I’m quiet and we can just enjoy each other’s company
I won’t always have something say and hopefully one day someone will understand him
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 9:38 PM UTC
Pen to paper.
This pen keeps writing the image of you.
Metaphors bleed into the shape of you.
These similes framing your likeness like a photographer his finest pictures.
You are personified as nature but it is nature that draws inspiration from you.
For whatever reason, this pen always wants to write about you.
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 8:31 PM UTC
I hate being this person
Piloting this body day in and day out
I’m endlessly boring
I can’t hold a conversation
Why do I feel so loved but so empty
These words are hollow
Shallow promises that I keep writing for myself
Thinking, maybe if I can write a series of words beautiful enough I can win over their affection?
Endlessly naive
I hate who I am
Will I hate who I became?
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 10:19 PM UTC
You deserved a universe but I am only a moon
You are a star while I’m just an asteroid
You’ve been made from stardust while I‘ve been made from sand
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 12:46 AM UTC
I’ve noticed that my writing is one sided
I write about the love I have and never have I written if there is any love for me
Why do I always feel so strongly for people
This realization has broken me in more ways than I could have ever thought
When was the last time I woke to someone professing something sweet to me
Why was I cursed with this heart and mind
Why don’t I fear love but am terrified of it at the same time
Who made me think in the ways that I do
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 10:20 PM UTC
I used to see everything in black and white
You introduced me to brown the moment I met your eyes
After that, the colors just flooded
I found pink in the lines of your lips
They were sweet and intoxicating
I met red underneath your touch against my skin
It was warm and loving
Blue was in your voice
It was calming and bubbly
With you every color seems to shine
The sky’s never gray
I only see see sunsets and sunrises now
Thank you for showing me color again
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC
They say eyes are the windows to the soul
Brown eyes are like shimmering pools of honey and syrup filling waffles
Blue eyes are like frozen raindrops packed together in a crystal
Green eyes are like untouched forest floors covered in moss
Eyes can tell the best stories
They capture daydreams and play back memories like film
Eyes are the worst liars but also the best tricksters
The eyes are the window to the soul
If you wanna learn someone, look into their eyes
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 11:01 PM UTC
Situated between the stars
A room filled with stardust
Fingertips caressing stars
Hands gripping constellations
You’re a galaxy inside a vessel
Im still wishing I could learn everything about your universe
Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 10:26 PM UTC