roses are red
night is dark
writing this poem
hurts my heart

shaky sobs
like violets, i'm blue
i'm wondering
why i ever loved you

Her smile is infectious
Contagious
Addictive
Seductive
Effective
I'm infected with a virus named her
Suffering from love
And the symptom is
Smile million times a day

She was a rose's petal

delicately kissing the wind.

Her scent hung in the air

long after she had been plucked

from her garden.

I get embarrassed when you read my poems
And you know they're about you.
I get shy and nervous and scared you'll run away.
I don't have the words to say
How much I love you
But I try when I write to you
Things I think you'll never read
And then you see them and my head spins.

Is it too much? Can you love someone too much?
Is my love intimidating? Probably.
There's a lot of it to give.
But if it's intimidating to you then maybe
You don't deserve it.
Maybe

Are you overwhelmed by your love for me, too?

there is still
space
for love in your
sadness.

I excel
at the sport
of
fal
(in love)
ling

you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.

going back to
the person who
made your life
toxic is like
re-watching your favorite movie
in hope of a different
ending each time

“why do you write
about him so much?”
my friends ask me

“because this way
I’m his forever”
i reply