It was 11:11
And I was confuse what to wish for.
Her or
her happiness.
Some part of me
Wanted her to be mine.
Some part of me wanted her to be happy with me.
Some part of me wanted her to be just happy.
Some part of me wish to become her happiness then
If I wish her, her wish will also become true.
So what did I wish
Nothing
Cause god knows my wish and he knows me better then me,
So he will grant me wish which suits me the best.

Lazy_winds

she reads books and she plays music
the cute, innocent
clumsy girl
with freckles on her cheeks

you like to read and listen to music
the cool, handsome
sweet-talking man
who likes freckles on her cheeks

[ or at least you said you did ]

she rolls her eyes at your compliments
the cautious, bright
guarded girl
with curiosity in her eyes

you lay them on thick
the certain, sharp
imprudent man
with hidden agendas on your lips

she lingers a little longer
in hopes of crossing your path throughout the day

she laughs at your jokes
and you know they're not funny

she sings for you in the car because
you like her voice

[ or at least you said you did ]

she's become good at excuses
the hopeful, naive
kind-hearted girl
with sureness in her words

you soak them up
the stark, ill-intentioned
vacant boy
with uncertainty in your voice

she gave all she had to care for you,
the smooth, clever
self-serving boy

you convinced her that you loved her

[ or at least you said you did ]

you're rough in some areas
like when you don't shave
or when you're frustrated
i don't mind though
i enjoy the scruff
and i hold your hand
you compliment me
you calm me down
when i am emotional
you lift me up
when i am emotional
(i'm sorry that i feel so much)
you have been there for me
helping me along
even when i was limping
struggling to make progress
you're with me now
now that i run
that i am soaring
and you, wonderful you
are right beside me
you have been there for me
since day one
it's been a year
officially one year
since i let you in
truly let you in
you've seen me at my worst
and i've seen you at yours
that hasn't made me love you
any less, only more
you, my love
have been there
and i cannot tell you enough
(or so it feels to me)
how grateful i am to you
for sticking by me
for loving me
for supporting me
for simply being you
thank you
thank you
thank you
i love you
i love you
i love you
(that still doesn't feel like enough
even though it's there
in black and white)

i.

i used to only write sad poems.

ii.

you see,
i am a cynic,
a cemetery,
a holocaust,
a chaotic, distant, lost girl
buried in her own
self-destruction.

but with you
i am different.

i want to wake up,
keep my promises,
make up for lost time,
spill blood and ink,
try again,
live

for you.

iii.

you walk me home
and the skies blush
pink cloud summers
mid-December.

we part and i marvel
at the sepia tint
of backyard roses
blurring my lenses.

you came in
like the missing palette color
i never knew
i needed
my skies painted with.

iv.

now, you are all the love poems
i didn't know i could write.

and every metaphor i create
is just a lengthier version of
'i love you'

i really do.