He said to "Play the Game"
but what happens when
two hearts collide?
When two players know
the rules and that it's not
just about falling in
love anymore?

This game of Love
would seem to be
so easy: just something
everyone could do.

He said to "Light another cigarette and
let everything go."
If everyone would play and
just let the whole world go,
wouldn't things be easier?

Love is pumping through me.
Everywhere inside of me,
in the cracks and lines
and veins and the sweet smile
I keep planted on my face.

"Don't play hard to get, it's a free world.
All you have to do is fall in love."
Oh Queen, isn't it harder
than that though?

sometimes, I screenshot a poem.
sometimes, I'll add it to a collection.
a good one will be added to two or three.
sometimes, I'll add it to all of them,
but I've never, ever liked a poem so much,
I wrote it down on paper-
save two.
"A ritual to read to each other"
and
"the orange"

Whenever you walk into the room, my eyes have to adjust.
The light you produce is blinding -- a torch in the middle of a dark cave.
What is that light?
Is it the light of happiness? The light of love?
Whatever it may be, don't let it extinguish.
You're the light that illuminates my eyes and my heart.
I would surely be lost without you.

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You're my obsession
Worrying about you 24/7 has become my profession
Ain't no way to live through this discretion
I give you all my love and my passion,
Seeps through the holes in your ****** heart
Tape my confession.

Ain't afraid to stand up for the truth in this congregation,
With you by my side - I'd fight the whole ******* nation,
You smile with your mouth but your eyes are all sad
You thank me when I'm there - but when I'm gone - I bet you're glad
That I've left you alone - cursed to the bone,
Now you don't even wanna go to the place you call 'home.'

Late at night, I wish upon the stars, praying you're well - wherever you are,
Keep the hope in your heart and the truth on your tongue - keep your negative thoughts forever afar.
I said, there's always a lil' rainbow after a lil' rain
Can't ever feel no pleasure - without a bit of pain.
This lyrical fire - that I'm breathing now
Is just for you - I hope you got your sanctum now.

It's impossible to be happy here.
If this is where standing up for myself gets me, then so be it.
I'm sick of the verbal abuse.
Get
   me
     out
        of
           here.

Of the first time I saw you.
You wore a Barcelona football shirt and
you were so tanned
and happy and didn't look at me
for a second.

Of that time in your attick
with Ed Sheeran on repeat and
we looked at eachother for hours
with our skin pressed and
our voices broken.

Of the fight we had one week before
you told me we were through.
And I catch myself thinking maybe
I should have just shut up and ****** you.

Of the trainride of two hours from
sober to what the ****
and all of a sudden it was just us
in a tent and your lips on my soul.

Of the smoking area where you jumped
me and when we kissed for the first time
and you licked my face because I laughed
at you and ran away.
(This one is ruined. The exact same thing.)

Of two weeks before the end
when you were the sweetest you ever were
and I was so happy and in love
while you already wasn't.

Of you holding my hand when you
saw me getting scared
when that crazy guy walked past us
and you never ever asked me how did he
scare me but comforted me anyway.

Of you sitting on my couch telling your friend
isn't she the cutest thing you've ever seen
and him agreeing and me making you tea.

Of you calling me snoezepoez
and making cat sounds and me
listening to them on repeat.

Of you on my birthday.
You were the only one there at twelve o'clock and
you didn't know if I was going to like it and
I fell in love right then and there.

This is exorcism.

I walk from home to school from work back home and my eyes stopped changing shades.

All kinds of demons try to get out of me as I stare to nothing in particular and it scares me.

I would fight or run if only I had the energy. Or the courage. Or the fear.

My eyes used to change shades.

It's not love
untill I wrote a poem about you.