If there was one word
One word, isolated by itself
That I cannot stand above all others
It would have to be "Okay"
I despise "Okay"
Is how your millionth day at work went
Is off-brand raisin bran
Is how you say school is going
When you don't want to admit you spend
Every second of it
Wanting to die
Is packed to the brim with
Like a treasure chest
Filled with bottles
With little subliminal hatreds
Written on tiny slips of paper
Passively aggressively pushed inside
To discover later
As I pull out a treasure map
And try to decipher
Where I went wrong
Is a one word dismissal
That feels like an essay a thousand pages long
Is a poison dripping with disinterest
When I dared to share with you
Something I thought might make you smile
Is like trying to talk to a wall
While watching the paint on it dry
Takes two seconds to write
Yet I waited days
For that dreaded word
To grace my notifications
Should be used sparingly
As if each time you send it
You **** the receiver just a little bit
Should not be said so often that
I know what you're about to say
Like I saw it in a crystal ball
Is not looking up from your phone
When I tell you about my day
Is not the proper response
To "I love you"
They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred
And I can't think of a response
More indifferent to pouring out
My heart into your hands
At least the last thing you said to me
Before we parted ways
Showed that you cared
At least a little bit
"I hate you"
Than the thousands of times
Over our countless conversations
I want a soft kind of love
holding hands while
taking walks in the park
learning different bird songs
just to point them out
I want a friendly kind of love
being able to talk to friends
and go to social events
without capitalizing all of each other's
I want a warm kind of love
compassion bleeding through every action
cuddles and warm cocoa
and helping each other when we're down
no hopelessness around
I want an aware kind of love
knowing when to take things slow
and that it's okay to not want to do things
no more closed doors to other people
just when it doesn't hurt
I want real love
love that doesn't hurt
love that isn't lust
love that makes you feel nice
love that is not all-consuming
love that helps you
love that is love
love doesn't have to be fast and secret and rough
it can be kind and soft
you just have to find the right one
Lying embedded in velvet gloom and night,
You and I are gazing up the northern hemisphere.
Within the sea of darkness is the stars' stained light.
Hidden inside the fabric of interstellar space,
Might be a kind of universal truth
That answers all the questions of human race.
Sensing the pull of the universe
I feel like we're lost between the infinite vastness
That none of us could ever dream to traverse.
Suddenly you get up on your knees -
Head in the sky and feet on the ground.
“Perhaps the stars only made us feel lost,
because we both wanted to be found.”
Maybe we all are just waiting to be found:)
You asked me why I like you
But I didn’t want to tell
Some of my reasons are cheesy...
But here is why I fell
I love the way your lips curve
When I make you smile
It makes me want to pull you close
And kiss you for awhile
I love the way your eyes twinkle
When you talk about things you love
I truely believe
You are a gift from above
I love that you are compassionate
You have such a big heart
That was the first thing I noticed
Right from the start
I love the way it feels
When you hold me tight
I finally feel safe
Like I could sleep through the night
I love that you don’t judge me
For my less than perfect self
That is more attractive
Than any amount of wealth
There are so many more reasons
But I’ll start with just this few
I’ll give this poem to you
spent with her petal soft smile
how her mouth makes words warm
when our eyes held each other
when hands separated
and time disconnected us
as it blindly does
without so much as an apology
I wrote a poem when I died...
Another at my birth.
A brand-new sonnet when I cried.
And again when there was mirth.
A song for my confession...
A story for my pain...
A painting for depression...
And nursery rhymes for rain.
My creations live inside my heart.
I keep them there in shame.
Yet you looked around and saw my art,
And smiled all the same.