she had the soul of a poet,
& the fire of a bullet

let me let you go.
why can’t you just,
let me let you go.

your eyes.
the way they used to, look.
your lips.
the way they used to, kiss.
your hands.
the way they used to, touch.

your characteristics,
you,
won’t let me let you go.

let me
******* let you go.
i am begging you.

i let you,
now do the same for me.
let me be happy without you.

please.
please.
just let me,
let you go.
once and for all.

the person you thought protected you, was actually the person you needed the most protection from all along.

I dreamed of you again.
We laughed,
talked,
and loved.

You held me so tightly,
with strong,
warm
hands.

Yet touched me
so tenderly,
lovingly,
and gently.

I awoke and realized it wasn't real

I'm left with a hole
so deep,
dark,
and painful.

Longingly I wait to fill
this abysmal,
heart clenching
loneliness.

Maybe I'll stop longing
and find
my beautiful
self instead.

being with you,
reminds me of times when i know i’m about to do something very awful,
but i still do it anyway.
even though i’ll regret it,
the feeling of being infinite,
and so purely happy,
even if just for a second,
makes everything worth the risks.

you said you were sure you did.
i said the same.
we both knew how much of an understatement that was.

you said we should talk about it,
i said i agreed.
but i knew,
our eyes,
our late night talks about random ****,
said everything.

you said you missed me,
i said “same hereeee”
i just want to be in your arms.

the way your voice sounds,
the way in which you speak to me,
boy,
you have no idea how wild it drives me.

you talk,
as i listen.
i smile.
at the thought,
of you being mine.

i talk,
as you listen.
the phone being the only thing separating us.
i want to play with your hair.

i drift asleep,
hearing only the sound of your voice.

the next day,
you tell me i was snoring.
i laugh,
flustered.
you say you loved it,
you thought it was cute.

i want to call you when i’m crying in the middle of the night,
so you can calm me in that way you do.

i want you to call me when you have random thoughts,
so we can discuss them as we like to do.

i want to call you when i think of a bad joke,
just so i can hear you laugh your laugh.

i want you to call me,
yours.

your jet black curls,
brought me to my knees,
they make me so **** weak.

as you slightly nudge me off the sidewalk,
i realize how much i love the thought of us flirting all through the night.
i realize that you are all i never knew i wanted.
i realize that when i’m upset, i want to talk with you, when i’m happy, excited, bored, when im feeling super high and super low,
i always want to be talking to you.

what have i gotten myself into?
you, are going to **** me up.
but i don’t mind.

the words spilled from her mouth

here i sit,
as my best friend,
tells me
you have another.

i shouldn’t care.
but i do.

no matter how hard i try,
the poetry for you in which i write,
never ceases.
it just keeps pouring out of my soul.
it sometimes seems as if,
the poetry i write for you is what keeps my heart beating.
what keeps me breathing.

but now, what am i supposed to do?
her?
seriously?
do you think she will love you?
do you really think she will love you?
please tell me.

it’s hard to think of you with another
because we used to be so in love with each other.

it’s been a long time since we last spoke,
but it feels as if all the memories of us i have were just made yesterday.

you have another.
who will never,
ever,
love you in the way i could.

but my question for you is,
will you love her in the way you could towards me?