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Ophelia Jul 2014
If I could write I'd write you a novel
Eight hundred pages of "why I love you"s
If I could paint I'd paint you a thousand portraits
To show you how beautiful you are from every angle
If I could rhyme I'd be a famous poet
Because you are my muse, the best I could ask for
If I could fly I'd show you the world
There must be a view that would make you fall in love with me, like I with you
If I was strong I'd always protect you
But I'm the one that's broken
And if I could sing, this would be a love song,
And you might hum along.
And you just might love me.
I write poetry because I have no real talent. But only a love song could make her love me.
Ophelia Jul 2014
Darling,
I've been obsessed with drawing entwined hands to hold close the feeling your fingers left in the spaces between mine but somehow I can't ever get it right on paper because I used to hate holding hands like that until I fell in love with the curve of your cheek and the echo of your laughter and now any other way feels all wrong just like everything else that I once shared with you and I will never hold another hand the way you once held mine until the color of your eyes and the smell on your skin has faded from my memory but even I know that's a lie because you made me this way and now I can never go back to the way I was even to forget you but I'll pretend and I hope it's true because I want to forget the ache I felt whenever I saw you with her and I hope for my sake that day is not as distant as it seems now because you will never feel the burning in your chest that I get so often that sometimes I forget it's even there until late at night when I dream of you and can hide these tears no longer as you sleep safe and sound the way I always wanted you to in the wrong bed but I guess that's just the way love is and maybe one day you will remember me and realize that all along I was trying to tell you but I was never brave enough and now it is too late and I just wish I could have found the way to show you that all the stars could fall from the sky and I wouldn't notice because in my heart your smile shines brighter than the sun and all the fire in the world could never make me stop loving you and I hope one day as you lie in the dark before sleep takes you a fond memory of me comes to mind and you wonder what ever happened to me but that's a lie too because I only have enough hope left to hope you love me too someday.
My darling, my love, my premier downfall. I'll always love you, at least until I die. This one sentence is everything I wish I could tell you, and I wish I had the confidence to send you this out-of-love letter, but it would only make things worse.
  Jul 2014 Ophelia
ZWS
Imagine a place
Suspended in time
Everyday's the same
But we're spending it differently

Let's toy with the stars
Get stuck in infinity with me
Kiss the ground
And live forever

I can feel the mass of your heart
As it pulls me in
I can feel the passing of the cars
As you grasp my arm

Can't see a thing
But I feel your hot breath
And the stars begin to scream
Your eyes are planets
They are beams
They're pouring into me

"Everything before us has put us here," I say
"How I met you here in a sea of people, it's like I've had faith, it feels like something I could only pray."
I say, "If there's any falter in the skies, any mishaps on this earth, that have caused our existences to clash, I'm happy for them and everything that caused them."
"When I look at you I learn more about myself, and when you talk it strikes a match inside of me. It's the warmest feeling I've ever felt."
"The wars, the massacres, the deaths, the scars, the endless drinks at every bar, they've led to this darling."
"I hope one day you can see the things that I see."
"I hope one day you believe in you and me."
Be happy.
  Jun 2014 Ophelia
Joshua Haines
My heart dressed in polka dots and dark shades
Hair and hurt sitting on shoulder blades
Across rose-colored skin,
I brush my fingers over bumps and scarred perfection.

Dance with me in a pit of quicksand, rockabilly babe
And help me understand that I don't need to be afraid

We are children with short attention spans
and short term parents,
and it's apparent, in this short span of time,
I love you.
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