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CRH Mar 2013
I

Kissing you
was like tying my shoes.
(He said)
It was that automatic,
that natural.
It's true.
(He said)
I just want you.
(He said)

Your eyes so blue,
I'm overwhelmed and confused.
(He said)
I can't help but to lose my breath.
Can't help but to drown.
It's true.
(He said)
I just want you.
(He said)

Waking up with you
is all I want to do.
(He said)
Tangled up in each other.
Up in between sheets.
It's true.
(He said)
I just want you.
(He said)

I really just want you.
(He pled)


II

I know,
but we're at the end of the road.
(She sighed)
This can't keep happening.
Can't be sustained.
I should go.
(She sighed)
We just need to let go.
(She sighed)

Even though,
I've never felt so comfortable.
(She sighed)
We fit together so snugly.
Our lives and legs  intertwined.
But I should go.
(She sighed)
We just need to let go.
(She sighed)

This just got so out of control.
I'm ******* miserable.
(She sighed)
I feel so conflicted.
Feel so confined.
So I should go.
(She sighed)
We just need to let go.
(She sighed)

We really just need to let go.
(She tried)**
*I think we finally let go. (She lied)
This was written last summer.  It's so strange how much can change in almost a year.  It's stranger how much can remain the same.
CRH Mar 2013
On the verge of greatness,
an (almost) full moon looms above;
a cautionary tale of a boy and a girl below.
The rhythmic way you flick your cigarette
leads me to believe that you too
are considering the potential
of these ingredients
together.
As it burns,
we turn to face the facts
(and each other).
As it burns,
we wonder what we're after
(after all).
As it burns,
we consider the night
(and the company it offers).
As it burns,
we
slowly
smolder
too.
There can be so much potential in a parking lot.
CRH Mar 2013
If you need this much
reflection time,
just go buy a ******* mirror;

(I'm waiting)

Because while you're away
investigating,
I am quietly sitting here.

(Still waiting)
CRH Mar 2013
You once told me, over drinks, that
" 'first sight' isn't a thing."
I think at the time we actually agreed but
I guess we didn't think about
what that would ultimately mean because
now we still have to find an answer.

Then, how long does it take to fall in love?

The length of three movies we will never watch all the way through?
The time it takes to make a clever joke,
drink a few glasses of ****** wine,
or finally wash those **** dishes you are never motivated to do?
Long enough to roll my eyes a thousand times,
listen to a Radiohead album,
or battle three rounds of death rattles and the flu?
How about the amount it takes to share 100 cups of the best coffee,
finish a gallon of milk,
or to deliver the evening news?
Or maybe just the mere moments it took
to memorize your eyes and their exact shade of blue?

To determine the specific time length it takes to fall in love,
would be impossible,
and a definitive answer found, I would probably doubt,
but at the very least,
I can tell you that it is a hell of a lot less than
the painstaking time it is taking to fall back out.
I like the idea of this poem but have been having serious trouble trying (with no apparent success) to execute it properly.  It has been sitting in my drafts for weeks. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated!
CRH Mar 2013
I don't
dream of
balloons with you.
I wonder
why...
"To dream that you or someone is holding balloons represents your aspirations, goals and ambitions. You are experiencing renewed hope."

I used to dream about balloons all the time...
CRH Mar 2013
What's the going exchange rate
for a heart/body, used?
CRH Mar 2013
You have the only phone
I have ever known
That only works at 3am.

How convenient.
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