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Willow Grace Mar 2014
i will love you,
all of you,
and every single bit will be the part
of you i never forget to kiss
and i will make my lips a home
against the shattering skin
of your marked wrists
and i promise
i promise
i will never let you go

not when you are too afraid
to hold me not when you
shout at me to leave
not when you break my heart
i won't go

i will make my eyes a home
resting always on yours
even as the tears fall
like oceans against the shore of your
red cheeks
like sand covered in blood
from all the fish that
have come up dead
i promise i will stay alive
i will not be a fish-tear
against your rosy skin
i will not
i will not
i will not

not when you scream ****** ******
trying to get me to desert you
i won't go
because deserting you
would be deserting the home
that i gave my hands
in the soft curves of your flesh
and my fingers would get lonely
without your soft waist to
press against
and my heart would break
for it would be left without yours
for my heart will always think of us
as you + me = love
like
2 + 2 = four
Willow Grace Mar 2014
I hate to hear him cry
so i'm blasting my music and trying
not to hear his sobs
as his heart breaks
again

i'm angry
with myself, with her, with the world
but i don't want to hear him
so i'm blasting music till my ears bleed
and i can't feel his tears
in my bloodstream

louder
louder
louder
bring a headache bring it
any ache is better than the ache of
a shattered heart
broken ribs from all the screaming
all the crying

louder
louder
louder
please
louder
louder
louder
Willow Grace Mar 2014
I do not know how to write poems about you
words of you escape my peeling lips
and it's *******
scary

i do not know how to write about
the colour of your eyes
i don't understand they're
literally every ******* colour of
the rainbow
you're every colour of the ******* rainbow

i can't breathe i can't breathe i can't breathe
how are you the hand over my mouth and
the inhaler giving me breath
i can't breathe i can't breathe i can't breathe
i don't understand

i do not know how to write poems about you
you're indescribable
the way you call me “love” even though
i hate when people call me “love”
i don't hate when you call me “love”
i well...love it

i don't understand

i do not know how to write poems about you and
all my pens are drying out because
i don't want to write about anything else
i look at you like the half blood prince needs to give me a textbook to
figure out your dark arts
i look at you like the sun and the moon and the stars
hide themselves at the back of your mouth
and behind your eyes the galaxy sighs
and in your fingertips spaceships hum
searching searching searching
for a signal to bring you home
i want to be your home

i don't understand

i do not know how to write poems about you
i'm nobody's hero but i want to be yours
i want to be yours i want to be yours i want to be yours

i don't understand

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