I get covered from head to toe from the idea of you. Not you the person, but you the person I think you are
Having my imagination run wild, is a dangerous game to play.
Cause once I have the perfect vision in my eyes, it’s difficult for me if it does not come true
A gift and a curse to be such a perfectionist
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 8:30 PM UTC
They say one always gets attached more than the other.
Does that explain why i always wake up and swear i just heard you calling my name.
They say one loves the other more.
Is love really the reason for the chemical imbalance in my brain, and without it my body is detoxing like a addict off their drug for days??
I guess they were right.
I am not new to this label though, i call these people, myself included, lovers without borders.
Because they have no limit on who they can love, and nothing stands in their way. Not even if the person they love doesn't return the feelings, they don't mind. As long as the other is happy, in the meantime though, they slowly gather up the broken pieces that fell along the way, and put their heart back together, and just like that almost looking brand new, but their will always be left over residue, from the love that couldn't be true.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 3:01 AM UTC
There was a brief moment of cloudiness. You didn’t see the sun nor the moon
Except for one night when the moon was shining bright for you.
You told the moon about the sun and how sometimes she was to luminous in the mornings
And somehow you were always hooked on the idea of kissing the full moon again.
Soon enough though, a familiar radiancy woke you up.
You lost the sun, but she returned, so tell me why does the moon keep coming back for you.
”So what is it then, do you miss the sun or the moon?”
”The thing is you already have the sun, so why do you still want the moon?”
y.s
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 1:37 AM UTC
I took a hit for you, cause its been weeks since ive tasted your lips.
the high of this pure plant does not explain the high of ecstasy you give me.
i miss the way my name spill out of your lips and the way it would affect the level of my dopamine
your lips say you miss me, but your actions speak differently.
i so clearly remember the strike of lightning I felt when i kissed you on the cheek. And the innocent smile you left with.
Maybe just maybe I left such an impact on you, that words can't describe it, nor decipher it, but can only be explained by our matching heart beats.
y.s
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC
So what is it then?
Do you miss the sun or the moon?
She is your sun full of shine and everyday begins with her
I am your moon that you look for every night
So what is it then?
She gives you a kiss that brings a smile to your lips
I give you a kiss that makes you come back for more
So who do you miss more, the sun or the moon?
What I really mean is, who do you want more?
The thing is, you already have the sun
But for some reason you still want the moon
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC
You light up a cigarette, the only thing bright in the dark night
Years from now when we are no longer in each others lives, I will always remember your favorite brand of cigarettes, and how the taste of your lips would keep me buzzed for hours of a time. At some point the *** turned into something more, watching you hit your ****** would always keep me begging for more
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
my body it craves your touch, nothing more nothing less
but i know its only lust that you see in me
nothing more, nothing less
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
Maybe its true,
that you sure did fall for me
but all you saw was lust
instead of trust
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
People think that the only way to connect
is to have ***
this generation's biggest tragedy is
mixing up love for lust on the daily
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 12:00 AM UTC
Times like these where i don't think you are my knight and shinning armor.
You are more like a cigarette with every inhalation that I take I'm closer and closer to death
you just drive me ******* insane..**
Let me take that back,
cause you don't understand any way else
You suffocate me
as if i cannot breathe with each step that I take towards you
The more you want me, the less i do
My therapist says its an obsession,
for you to care this much
Obsessions can be dangerous if not taken care of..
But i do not worry, cause eventually you will forget
Forget my sweet voice and the way I would sing to you at night
Forget my brown eyes and they way I looked at you when you smiled
But most importantly, you will forget I ever existed,
and instead you will remember of the monster you turned into
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC