I really want to run away with you
Don’t be scared, it’s easy.
We wait until no one is watching. It has to be dark out.
We’ll need food and drinks and blankets
We should leave our phones behind for obvious reasons.
And we’ll need matches. Lots of matches.
And then.
We build a shelter
Out of blankets and chairs
We cuddle up underneath,
And escape this world together
Using candlelight and cookie-dough
I told you it’d be easy to run away
And we did it
All while staying indoors.

I’ll kiss the blush in your cheeks,
And freckles on heart,
The veins in your body,
The distance apart;
The green in your iris,
The pink in your lips,
The tears from your duct,
And the dents in your hips;
The youth in your passion,
The love in your youth,
The flaws in your structure,
The rot in your tooth;
I’ll kiss all of your lonely
And happy and mad,
I’ll kiss all of your crazy,
And all of your sad;
I’ll kiss every bruise,
I’ll kiss every scar,
I’ll kiss all of your moons,
And I’ll kiss all your stars.
I’ll kiss away sorrow
Till there’s nothing more
Till burdens get buried,
And my lips are sore;

A man who will not dance with me
Is a man I don’t admire
No pirouettes or balancé
To make my heart catch fire
I live to act upon a stage
With only my body, not words
A pas de deux to lead me
And a leap that soon deffers
j'adore danser en français
mais je t'aime encore plus
For you I’d make the world dance
And the world, might soon cut loose.

I know that you won’t dance with me,
But somehow I’m still here,
Loosing dance is a tragedy,
But loosing you I fear.

Poems that rhyme are boring
They’re actually quite silly
Who would really take time out of their day
To do something so *****

Poems that rhyme are stupid
Inventing words like in children’s books
I’m a proper poet, not Dr.Seus
I shake my head, ”cadook”

They say to dress every day like your about to meet the love of your life
So I wake up
Brush my teeth
And instead of throwing on my stained, dog hair covered sweatpants,
I wear my favorite sweatpants
   -my true love won’t mind x

I often refer to poetry as a hobby, but when writing, I realize that all other occasions of life are hobbies waiting to turn into magic

My infatuation for you, is so much more than an infatuation for you. It’s an apology..
An empathy.
I’m sorry that the pretty girls don’t get crushes on you
But at least I do.
I’m sorry that I’m too shy to hold your hand
But I doubt you’d want me to.
I’m sorry that You don’t like me,
But I’m still here for you
I’m sorry that I’m so clingy,
But my social skills are not on que.
I’m sorry that I dress like this,
I wake up half asleep.
I’m sorry that I cut my hair,
I do it as I weep.
I’m sorry that I fall so hard,
My heart I cannot keep.
And I’m sorry that I’m drowning, love,
I’m sunken in so deep.
I’m sorry that I sing so much,
I know that it’s off key.
And I’m sorry that I love so loud,
For everyone to see.
I’m sorry that you don’t like me,
Or us together we
But the one thing I refuse to say,
Is “I’m sorry I’m me”