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  Mar 2019 lovely
Loser
You may have noticed that I write frequently about the ocean.
It's because it's so beautiful, yet I'm so terrified of it,
Like you.
  Mar 2019 lovely
Loser
You wore a complex pattern on your face,
one that I hadn’t seen for a while,
and I didn’t think I could fix it this time.

You looked at me and said “I’m fine, and it’s not your fault,”and the fake smile was plastered onto your perfect freckled face.

I think it hurts more when you lie,
I think you lie more when you’re hurt.
lovely Mar 2019
women are like flowers.
beautiful yet dangerous,
soft yet hardened,
tough yet innocent.
flowers should be treated with grace and respect.
they are their own life form.
life is beautiful and precious.
it doesn’t deserve to be crushed or cut from its roots.

a flower need soil to surround it.
soil should protect the flower and also allow for the flower to gain from the outside world.
flowers should be watered as needed.
the water shouldn’t bombard the flower,
it should be just enough.
given the proper amount
it can grow to be a beautiful, strong and healthy flower.

take care of your flowers
never ignore them
and they should grow for you.
take this as you want i got creative in science class :)
lovely Mar 2019
you seemed shocked when i told you
i’ve never seen star wars
or godfather I or II.
Nor have I seen pulp fiction,
ferris buellers day off,
little rascals
or most marvel movies.
you insist on a movie night,
“i can’t let you sit there uncultured”
you say with a smile.
i agree knowing that i won’t remember the movies.
all i’ll remember is you sitting close to me
too nervous to hold my hand, but too stubborn to move away.
i’ll remember seeing out of the corner of my eye, you watching me in awe.
probably thinking “how beautiful”
and you aren’t even watching the movies.
you’re watching me,
staring at me,
longing for me.
all i want is for you to grab my hand
and take me in your arms
make me yours.
don’t be embarrassed my prince...
i want you too.
lovely Mar 2019
Dear Lord,
take me on an adventure.
one that i’ve never known,
take me high and low.
make me fly with the birds,
let me swim with the fish,
make me run with the cheetahs,
and let me climb with monkeys.
allow me to see a new perspective,
Lord,
let me live a new life,
any life but my own.
i’m old
and tired
and i can’t think straight.
take me above the world
and let me fly!
let me be a super human,
let me die.
lovely Mar 2019
you hold my hand
and i ask why you haven’t let go yet
“because it’s you”
you reply

you ask to hug me
you stand there for
what seems like forever
i ask why you haven’t let go
“because it’s you”
you say again

when you let go
your face lingers in front of mine
for about five seconds
and then it gets closer
and closer
my breath is shaking
my heart is racing
you kiss me
lingering for ten seconds
then you pull away
you smile and look like you’re going to explode
i ask why you’re freaking out
“because it’s you”
you laugh and kiss me again

you tell me i’m beautiful
and that it’s a shame i don’t know
and i ask why would you say that
it’s not correct
“because it’s you and you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen”
you say with a smile

i tell you you’re handsome
you say no
i say yes
and then i say agree to disagree
and you say no
and i say “because it’s you”

what happens when we get older
you go one way and i go another
when we meet again
and you say i’m beautiful
and that you loved me
and i ask why
you’ll say
“because it’s you”
lovely Mar 2019
your smile lights up my heart
it makes my heart race,
hands shake,
knees weak,
mind scramble,
and i get light headed.
all from a smile,
a smile i know isn’t mine,
but i would do anything to make it mine.
i see you walk off with her
everyday,
and i stand there.
wishing that it could be me
knowing that it isn’t.
you say you love me
but, do you?
or do you love the idea of me?
the thought that you want me
but you can’t have me.

now you have me
and you love someone else.
was i right or was this all a mistake?
why do i cut myself,
deeper and deeper everyday?
is it love or is it my ego?
unwilling to let go and unwilling to say anything.
this goes on for half a year
and i sit here.
plastering a fake smile and a fake love for you.
two can play at this game my dear
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