i’ve written bout you
so many times
i can barely read my poems
without crying
i imagine my notebook
rolling its eyes
knowing what’s coming next
cause i’ve said it a thousand times
“when will you be over her?”
“when will your cuts scab over?”
“when will your wounds go away?”
never, they echo silently in my brain
i love the feeling
of digging deeper
and finding out
more and more to love
than you ever knew was there

i only get that feeling
in record stores
and when i talk to you
i love geeking out over people that i'm close to. there's nothing more enthralling than to watch the face of someone you'd do anything for light up while they explain why 'this song' or 'that book' is the best, or even just their day or a random thought they had. explain to me. let me listen. just talk to me. i love listening to you!
alexa 2d
the coffee is warm
as it slides down my throat,
the heat spreading through my chest and
down to my stomach i know
the sun is rising somewhere up to my right,
amber rays hitting my hunched shoulders
and back,
but my mind is focused on the lines swirling in front of me,
words strung together just begging
to be said aloud,
letters floating all over the page until
they take the shape of
my best dream and worst nightmare,
my apologies and angry rants and
all the times i’ve fallen in love without reciprocation
and the boys i’ve hurt and people i never want to forgive.
i write about early morning sunsets
and late night stargazing
and all the feelings i’ve never felt,
strangers i’ve never kissed in
foreign streets but i know
one day these letters will float off the page,
take shape in
a little place called Reality...
but for now,
it’s just me,
the coffee,
and my poetry,
melding together under
the rising sun.
i walked down the stairs
and saw you at the kitchen table
at first glance i noticed you writing
but i couldn't see a piece of paper
i walked up behind you
and put my hand on your shoulder
you looked up at me
with a smile that could light chicago
and pointed to all the pencil marks
on the map you were holding
and said "these are the places i want to go"
until then i'd never seen
poetry that i couldn't read
but something about the lines
and all the plans they represented
brought a tear to my eye
"let's go then" i said
as we ran upstairs to pack a bag
reminiscing about memories
we didn't yet have
and dreaming with both eyes open
alexa Aug 9
you met a girl who
cried raindrops,
tasted of champagne and regret but
oh did she love so hard
i never got a chance to feel how soft she could be
i was too busy drinking in her mahogany eyes and
lightly tanned skin-- by the gallon, gulping
trying to get air in between sips like
an aged merlot she was
timelessly magnificent.
i swear to you
she had the sun within her,
could shine so bright but
a single cloud could wash it all away,
dim her, shroud her
in stringy clouds of despair i swear
i would've done anything
to burn away those clouds.
  Aug 8 alexa
Mr Quiet
I could give you the entire universe but then i would just be giving you yourself.
but it's true tho
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