I refuse to continue writing poems about boys who didn't love me back. I painted them in beautiful colors Wrote their names in the stars And spoke them into eternity. But they were only fleeting shadows An untouchable mist Trying to fill me with empty words And broken promises. I will no longer bathe these boys with beauty They don't deserve my pretty words And beautiful promises. I will no longer speak these boys into the brightest stars And paint them in glorious light. They are merely shadows Hiding in a dark alley Refusing to show their faces Only shouting empty words into the void Trying to catch a pretty girl off guard. Maybe one day a boy will deserve such words. But for now, I will be saving my beautiful words For beautiful people.
Tell me about the moment you fell in love. Tell me how the room grew quiet How all you could see was her. Tell me the way you melted at the sight of her. Tell me how your heart leapt to your throat The first time she smiled in your direction. Tell me how even on your darkest days She is your shining light. Tell me how you love her And only her. Tell me. And I will tell you how I feel the same way About you.
We met in a rainstorm Our eyes full of rain And hope. We scrunched together Our pace almost matching. We laughed at the puddles The thunder And the lightening. Their power could not compare To the storm that was brewing between us. The rain was cold But the fire inside our souls Burned so bright It kept us warm And lit the way. I could have gotten lost In your gaze Your smile Your laugh. But instead we walked on. Trudging through puddles Our eyes never meeting Our shoulders barely brushing But our souls already intertwined.
Open mouths, shut jaws Trembling hands with strong wrists Gut wrenching, butterflies dead Restless nights, early mornings Love gone, not forgotten Eyes burning, but tears drying.
I can never seem to form the right words To tell you how I feel about you You take my breath away And my words escape me To put it simply My heart aches for you
I can’t explain how I feel about you But I will spend the rest of my life writing poems to you If that means you will be mine.
What a terrible thing to dream of an almost lover To wake up in no one's arms in the freezing cold of your quiet room To be reminded once again You are alone.
Open mouths Shut jaws, Trembling hands Strong wrists, Gut wrenched butterflies killed, Restless nights Early mornings, Love gone Not forgotten, Eyes burning But Tears drying.
I want you But you're not mine to want. I miss you But you're not mine to miss. I love you But you're not mine to love. Will you ever be mine? Do you crave me the way I crave you?
I ripped my skin open Spilling my secrets and blood on the floor. But it made you uncomfortable I was too open Too raw Too much. I apologized As I covered up my insides And sewed myself back together.
I’ve always been told to be myself To be honest To be real. But no one seems to be ready for the real me. I open my body up and my secrets come pouring out like bats from a cave racing towards the light. But they turn to dust as you look upon them. You tell me, That was too much, Hold back You’re being too open Too honest Too raw. You’re scaring people away. They don’t like you being too vulnerable. It’s weird, and uncomfortable. But how can I be both? How can I be both open and closed? Enough, but not too much? I only know love on one setting. I don’t do things halfway.
One day you looked at me with a gentleness and intensity that I had never seen before. Your dark brown eyes pierced my soul and warmed my heart. That's when I knew. As soon as you looked at me. I knew. I was *******. No matter which way it played out. I was *******. Because you were just too good to be true. And my track record shows that someone like you would be the one to hurt me. I should know that someone like you wouldn't fall for me. You were just right. But at the same time you were all wrong. Maybe it was me or maybe it was you maybe it was the timing or a combination of the two. But all I know is you shouldn't have looked at me like that if you didn't intend to stay.
You looked at me with the softest eyes I'd ever seen. But while I was distracted you fell for someone else. And now that you're gone I'm still hung up on you. After all of this, I still can't get you off my mind. Won't you go bother someone else's thoughts?
You were so unexpected. We met and before I knew it you had wedged yourself in my heart. But you don't care for me. You never did. But I'm stuck on you. And I don't know if I'll ever recover.
I watched the sun rise from my window And I couldn’t help but think of you. I thought of new beginnings And how I wish I could start over with you. I wish I could go back to when we first met I wish I could do it all over again Maybe I wouldn’t mess up this time Maybe this time things would turn out differently Maybe this time you would love me
I’m jealous of every hand you’ve held. And lips you’ve kissed. And every secret you’ve told. I’m jealous of everyone who has loved you before. I’m jealous of every person who’s had the privilege of having their heart broken by you. I’m jealous. Because I wish I was the first. The first hand you held. The first lips you kissed. The first secret you held. The first person you truly loved. The first person who’s heart you broke. I wish I was the first. But I wasn’t.
I wish I was mysterious like the deep end of the ocean I wish I was as cool as a spring rain I wish I was interesting like your favorite book I wish I was as beautiful as a sunset. But, alas, I am not. I'm just me. I am a nobody who can't be loved. I wish you would notice me But you never will.