Dear you,
I hate you. I hate you and your stupid side glances, the way you smile at me like you have a secret in the back seat of the car at midnight. The way you keep your cigarette behind your ear. I hate that ******* sadness in your eyes and I hate wanting to kiss your tears away. I hate how your cheekbones cut the air, I hate how you look in the light of the street lamps on cold nights. I hate how I want to get drunk off your whiskey kisses. I hate that my head is filled with memories, things we did, things you said and every street I walk down I hear you taking the same footsteps beside me. I hate how that bench has your name on it, I hate how my heart swells when you say mine.
I hate you.
But I'll always love you just the same.

The snow is falling outside
Like the way I’m falling for you
It melts on the sidewalk
Like the way your eyes melt my heart
The whiteness is blinding
Just like your smile
This flurry outside,
Feels like my stomach inside,
When you’re by my side
Each snowflake is one of a kind,
Intricate, detailed, and refined
Exactly like you

She drew and she drew
Until she looked at all the pictures
And they all were versions of you

"remember the time we were alone?"

i could never forget
how romance stays
under the tongue
through the lip
between the teeth
all i see
are
memories
of you
and
me

I told you I never wanted to kiss anyone else and you looked so confused because you didn't understand the way that your lips were gentle enough to erase the memories of anyone else before you and taint the thoughts of anyone else after you. You didn't understand that kissing you felt like falling off of a building and being held by the hands of God himself all at the same time. You didn't understand that as I kissed you I could feel all of the hurt and pain you had ever experienced because it was so evident just from the way you kissed me like your life depended on it and that if that kiss didn't take my breath away your life would never feel complete and that if I wasn't sitting there with my fingertips brushing over my lips days, weeks, months, years, after the fact remembering the way it felt that you hadn't done it good enough and you would keep trying until you did but all of those times I told you to kiss me again so I could remember it for the rest of my life I was lying purely to get to feel you again because I could never forget the way you slipped inside of my soul and patched all of the tears in my heart all while just barely brushing your perfectly beautiful lips against mine that were cracked from crying. I could never forget the way your moans settled in my stomach like sugar cubes settling in a cup of tea in the morning or the way your words sounded more poetic than I could ever imagine for my own to sound. I could never forget that and here I am months later sitting with my fingertips brushing against my lips and goosebumps rising on my skin remembering the way you kissed me that last time and how I will spend the rest of my life trying to duplicate that with someone else. C.a.l

She has this unexplainable power upon my well-being. A power stronger than the moon when it’s guiding the waves home. The impact she has on my mentality cannot be described through words. Every thought disappears by her sweet and lovely kisses. Her kisses are ever so gentle, like no other. It’s like when the tide meets the shore in the midst of the night. All of a sudden, I feel these strong tides crashing the shore. They connect as if they're meant to be forever, and so do our lips.
And in that moment,
I knew.
My love for her was deeper than any ocean could ever be.

Left, right
Give everyone a fright
Up, down
Never see your wedding gown
Left, right
Blame it on a bite
Up, down
Same as a drown
Left, right
Could be obvious or slight
Up, down
Became the talk of the town
Left, right
Are those sleeves too tight?
Up, down
Irrefutable proof of your final breakdown