“you leave me breathless” she sighed, as their lips parted
“then take mine” he offered “all I have is yours”

We smoked a cigarette together,
Your eyes were so sad
So lost.
And so, I’d asked you why.
You didn’t give me an answer, but I knew.
The love you feel for her made you this way.

My love,
this isn’t love, not even close enough.
I have seen those eyes before, last week, last month..
Those eyes are hers now, your sadness, your weakness, all of that belongs to her.

You deserve so much more.
You deserve a girl who makes you smile
You deserve a girl who would do anything in this world for those eyes to sparkle, to radiate,
You deserve freedom, love.
You deserve peace.

So listen, love
These words are for you,
You are so much more than this
You are strong
And beautiful.
You are my first poem that I ever write.

Love yourself like I love you.
Free yourself, like I free you now.
Because, love
I’m that girl that stole your eyes, your happiness, your hope,
In love..

Sometimes I get sad
like REALLY sad

Actually not just sometimes but all the time

my chest would feel like an empty grave
screaming for it’s tenant.

The gaping hole that longs for someone to cradle into the night
A lover longing for it’s beloved.

I would have thoughts of the things I have lost
like a tree wondering where it’s leaves have gone in the fall.

I have memories and feelings that I have flung to the back of my head
like ***** laundry that just waits for me to deal with it.
I know one day I will have to pick them up and shove them into the washing machine
but here I am just ignoring it.
I am running out of clean clothes to wear
and have a mountain of ***** clothes to face

I have sorrows that I have coated in caramel
like candied apples
thinking that they’d be sweet but they still taste so bitter.

My heart was burning house filled with people dancing in it
The people have grown tired have left
and the firemen have arrived.

Now it nothing but a soggy dance floor with a shattered disco ball.
A sun that has exploded and have become a super nova
reminiscing what it once was and mourning what it will never be.

I hope day I won’t feel as much sad
that one day I will have enough motivation to face that mountain of ***** clothes.
I hope that one day I will be brave enough to be happy.
But till then I hope y’all keep me company.

Cause sometimes, most of the time
One of the main reasons I sad is because
I am lonely.