I am swimming in a river
A circle of a river
And I drown
Yet I still live
I swear
I could drink THAT WHOLE ******* RIVER AND I WOULD STILL KEEP ON WITH MY METAPHORICAL SWIMMING

You! Just cone and ******* try to knock me down
I'll kick your measly ***

There are people that have this ability to make people melt in their hands

They walk around  their entire lives finding their prey and engaging them and make them melt

The victim is usually rewarded with a night of rampant *** and is then dumped into this puddle when the antagonist
of this story is done with them

Sometimes it takes days for the victim to turn back into a solid substance
Sometimes it takes weeks
Sometimes they never fully turn bqck to normal and their will be a part of them that will always remain liquid because of the antagonist

Many fall victim to this antagonist

Until the protagonist comes along and upsets the routine
The protagonist cannot be melted
And it is due to this very specific favt that the antagonist ia revealed as the true protagonist of our story

That's usually a goodish enough story line that melts the audience

But people like myself who do not melt sees the true sadness in the lack of melting

We do not melt because we have been melted ao much that we went for an operation and we came out transformed
We are now metal
And I'm sorry to disappoint that antagonist/antagonist who becomes a protagonist
But the best you would ever be able to do to me is to warm my heart

Love is not caring that
You miss them so much it physically hurts,
That it's agony,
But rather,
Hoping so much that it hurts,
That they are doing well,
And they are
*happy.

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear drop.
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Falling in love is awfully simple, but falling out of love is simply awful.
                                                     ~*Anonymous

You're worth more than a poem.
But for now,
I'll try my best to make this much more than just a poem:
but a message from me.

What you don't know is,
every time she feels down, she rereads all your kind words.
When she's bored, you're not on,
she rereads them.
She spends all her time thinking about you.
She cherishes you,
You're the best she ever had.

She takes everything about you,
devours them, slowly savoring all the good bits (which is everything),
and then keeps them tattooed all over me,
never to be removed.
Each and every letter, engrained onto me with a flourish,
a kiss,
trailing her hands behind, stroking the way the gorgeous letters look
all aligned together to make such beautiful sentences.

Her eyes trail every word,
her hands caress the wonder machine that brought her you,
her ears thrumming with the sounds of you,
the music notes floating into her ears,
the way water flows,
for you are better than just any ordinary ocean.

You may call her an ocean,
but you are more than that.
The ocean only takes up 75% of Earth.
You are much more.
You are her sky,
her universe.

You hold the stars in your heart,
twinkling like little rubies.
Just like the moon and the sun,
you see everything.
The clouds are your façade,
and the rain,
your tears.
Beautiful.

And all she wants to be is the satellite,
to explore you and learn everything about you,
to always circle around and around,
to never leave.

I know you won't break me,
or her.
And for that,
I am forever in your debt.
So come to me when you need me,
I will do anything to serve my prince.

With Great Love,
The Creep's Heart

I guess...
Maybe...
I'm not enough.
But I will always try to be...
Just to make you happy,
to make you smile.

Okay, so here's a poem challenge! 6 days until Valentine's Day, well here's something to do:

There are a couple days left before Valentine's Day! So every day until then, write a poem about someone you care about. Each day, write about a different aspect of the person you care about. Use the tag: #vdayaspects
This person can be anyone, imaginary, real, someone you hate. Just someone you know well.

If I walked by you on the street, and we locked eyes for a spit second, would you  even say hey? Would you call my name? Or would we awkwardly look at the ground and walk on opposite sides of the road, pretending not to notice each other?