when you smile;
when you hold my hand;
when you kiss my lips.
i can look into your eyes and see
a meadow of white and yellow,
us running towards an eternity together.
i look into those same eyes and also
see the reality that dreaming of daisies
is just that:
a dream.
z.m.
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 8:42 PM UTC
i wonder
what is life without loss...
what is life without love?
even if it is temporary.
z.m.
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 8:26 PM UTC
I'll let you rest your head on my chest
so that we both can sleep sound
through the night.
z.m.
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 10:21 PM UTC
I wish I could've guarded my heart more;
could've guarded it longer.
or at least killed it when you shot an
arrow right through the center.
z.m.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 10:33 PM UTC
look into my eyes
and tell me all of your sin
I wish to know the itch
that festers underneath your skin
I want to know your flaws
the ones you try to hide
the ones you cannot keep,
in my head they can reside.
For I need to understand you
and the trouble you have seen
because everyone has a story
of where we we're going
and where we've been.
z.m.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 8:43 PM UTC
she takes my hand and guides me
through the debris of my broken essence.
she gathers me into a warm blanket,
and nestles me into the nook of her side;
her hand guiding my face to hers
as she gently kisses my forehead,
leaving a trace of absolution and
contentment in my once scattered mind.
her eyes glisten with the security
of a new day, a new opportunity
and it is here that I feel
safe from my unimportance
in the world.
from my unimportance to
you.
she draws me near her boundless heart,
lays my head on her lap and gently affirms
"my baby,
there's nothing that momma's love can't fix"
z.m.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 5:22 PM UTC
I wish loving myself was
as easy as loving you
to put myself above
z.m.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 9:30 PM UTC
play your mind games
and I will follow
make it my fault
when you are the one
controlling the pegs.
but it's fine,
because I'm loosing either way
z.m.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 11:13 PM UTC
I poured myself into a glass
and waited to be consumed by you.
I mixed my interest
into a cocktail
and waited for it to be taken,
I added in time
sprinkled in effort
and shook it until I blended into
a beautiful bright hue;
I waited to be consumed.
You picked up my cup
among the rest
and sipped me through the night.
we got tipsy off of our infatuation
but you were too afraid to commit
to the idea that we could become
drunk off of our mutual feelings.
instead, you set me back on top of the bar
picked up another drink
and left me half empty.
z.m.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC