You never used to make me nervous.
You didn't have the capability to do so.

I was so INLOVE with you
So infatuated with your presence.

Now you're gone...

Every time we talk, i get nervous.
Scared i might say the wrong thing
And you'll just end the conversation...

When I'm with you, I get nervous.
If i make the wrong move, you'll look at me with confusion & disgust...

When i touch you, I get nervous.
Afraid my lips might contact yours &
You'll push me away...

We aren't together.
And now
You have the capability
To make
Me nervous...

this is not a poem about love
and I will not talk about how you taste of sour patch kids
or how your laugh illuminates my blackened soul

this is not a poem about love
and i will not mention the way you hold me like i am the answers
you discovered whilst exploring the depths of the universe

this is not a poem about love
and i will not speak of the way you ignite the dwindling fire in my heart
with a simple smile

this is not a poem about love
and i will not reference how you shade in the blanks of my mind
with vibrant hues of your perfect self

this is not a poem about love
but i will never make a good liar
and, my dear, you have captured me

When I met you I had galaxies in my heart, stars in my eyes, and constellations in my mind. My dreams stretched to the other side of the universe and I swore that one day I'd fly with the comets, mesmerizing every single person who saw me. So ******* for stripping me of all of that and **** myself for letting you.

Poet, be not afraid.
There are far worse things than
Bad poetry.

Keep writing; like a child keeps
Drawing with the purest of
Disregards to likeness.

The more stones you turn, the more
Gems you produce.

The more ink you rain,
The more gracious your written
Children grow.

All flexing builds muscle.

Rough bricks form castles.

Even Dalì carved canvases to shreds
And started anew
Not caring too much.
Not caring

Too much
To keep painting.

you are
the love of
my life
and
you are
the life of
my love