I took a photo of you
When you didn’t know
You were laughing loudly
And your dimples were in show
Your hands were folded properly
you were looking to your right
Your hair was light and messy
And your eyes sparkled with delight
I hold on to your photograph
As you hold on to her hand
A tear rolls down my flushed cheeks
And on your printed face it lands
I close my eyes and make a wish
A selfish one indeed
My heart is filled with love for you
But my mind is clouded greed

I just want to go deep into the hundred acre woods,
Take a left turn into neverland,
And live a jumbled life with jumbled people with a jumbled heart

Wash away your expectations of me using soap and water.
I will sharpen my teeth
And weaponize my words
If it will force you to understand
How lovely it is to hate you
I was not born with such truth
To hand feed you lies

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.

The first time I ever cut myself,
I remember thinking that it was okay
Because I knew my mother did it to herself when she was younger.
The last time I ever cut myself,
I remember thinking that I couldn’t live with myself
If my child cut them self because I did when I was younger.

It gets so much worse
When I lay in bed at night
And my heart begs me to call you
Or even just a text
And my mind screams self control
And I’m stuck in the middle of it all

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

Maybe it was the way that she stepped on every
Crack,
Bump,
Stick,
Pebble,
Rock,
Boulder,
Mountain;
That got me so addicted to the way she lay peacefully upon the grass

My favorite Barbie doll is still my favorite Barbie doll when she isn’t wearing the dress she came with.

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.

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”

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;

In the nightmares I have each night,
It is rarely you,
But it is always your words,
Your touch,
And your terror.

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”

I often find myself thinking of what would happen if I stayed
And I often find myself thinking
That it would be nice
       -I guess you didn’t hit me hard enough

Your laughter ropes me in
Like the tide at sunset
Gentle,
Yet strong enough to make me feel dizzy
Criss cross patterns on my heart, ripples on my skin;
The birds cry out a song of woe
As the ocean breeze carries me safely to shore
But I don’t want to return
So I go back in again.

When; im with
(You)
I forget-how, to. Speak
“Write”
And think!
Everything? Becomes: an illusion

You say I kicked you out of my life,
But really,
You stopped needing me long before I stopped needing you.
I was just the one of us who did something about it.

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

And in that last fight that we had
I thought that maybe
Just maybe
If I slammed that door hard enough,
It would awaken something inside of you.
Something that tells you to stay.
And in despair,
I shattered every window in sight,
Punched holes in all of your walls,
And broke the hinges on your bedroom door