i reread your letters today
the ones where you compliment my smile and promise you’ll never leave
some tears rolled down my cheek and smothered the ink
i can tell since you wrote em your heart’s started to shrink
I just wanna know what happened to the person that used to write those letters for me.
i just wanna get f*cked up so maybe then i'll forget the way your lips taste when you've just had smoke in your lungs.
i turn 18 tomorrow.
written for my actual soul mate during our short time apart
may 16th // 2019
i've always known
i am not from this earth
a small starseed reincarnate
embodying my sparkling ancestors
made of stardust
glitter pours out of me when i speak
the milky way lays itself out in front me
like a red carpet
begging me to cross it
it's quite lonely here
inside this human body
why doesn't anybody here
love like they did
in the stars?
take me back home.
we haven't really talked
in a while
which is funny because
i've memorized every inch of your profile
the softness of your deep eyes
that you hate so much
that i sometimes hate too
lately i just feel so far away from you
pull and tug
tug and pull
why won't you just let me
make your heart full?
on and off as we are, you're the only one i'll ever want. stupid loyal for you bby.
time heals all wounds
writing a little poetry does too
because of you
i keep my secrets hidden away
between my pen and paper
shall my thoughts stay
at my funeral
when they look through my brain
and they find your name on the bullet
which my blood now stains
i hope they go through my poems
the trigger - you pulled it.
today i saw you smile
and it was like i was meeting you for the first time all over again
today i saw you look at me
and i swear for a split second, the earth stood still on its axis
today i saw you living
and i was so grateful that someone amazing as you actually exists
today i held your hand
and no matter what may happen to us
today, at least for today, you were mine.
i never thought id write another love poem again but 10 months later and here i am.. not heartbreak, not longing, not desperation... no, just a pure love poem. Enjoy, it has been awhile.
update: Happy 6 months, M. <3
¨so am i ugly?¨
¨some days most definitely.. others not at all, never in between- except for sometimes.¨
¨what am i right now?¨
¨a happy medium!¨
¨so when do i look my absolute best?¨
¨when you really really try.¨
and those words made me feel like the ugliest ******* the planet, and im so disappointed in myself to admit that.
//have you ever completely loved someone who cant even feel love? it hurts, let me tell you,
i think somethings wrong with me
i cant stop thinking of how good your body looks on top of me
do you wanna get on top of me
slip off my shirt - slip off my insecurities
bring down my jeans - bring down my anxieties
your locks are so soft on my face
but your lips softer on my neck
everytime we argue
my soul tantrums with a “please, not yet.”
so come on over baby
and get on top of me again
so our souls may whisper back and forth
until we reach our end
i guess its just more than you being on top of me
i guess i like your soul being so close to mine
im not gonna fall in love
and i wont get addicted to your touch
f!ck all that
in the end it really doesn’t mean much
im not gonna be hypnotized with the way your eyes reflect in the sun
and im definitely not getting mesmerized by the bags under your eyes the morning after we stay up on the phone just a little too late
dont get me wrong, though
i cant get enough of those lips
and when you pull me in, one hand on my back and one on my hips...
but im not gonna fall in love
not with you
not with anybody
not ever again.
boys are cool but oh, so temporary
ive been living on make out hill
ive been high on her touch instead of pills
she wont let me out of her hypnosis
oh how i love you
i am by no means a morning person
but it was 6 a.m.
the sun wasnt even up yet
and you came rushing into my head
i couldnt help but smile uncontrollably
and im not one to rush things
but now i think the mornings might not be so bad
is this was true love feels like?
i go to funerals
without shedding a single tear
i've looked the devil in the eyes
and i've been touched by demons
i've died inside so many times
and bled out more than i count
and you think
i care what you may think of me?
you're mistaken, dear.
and i know you hate seeing me with him
probably more than i hate seeing you with her
but that can never take away from the fact
that i am no longer yours to hurt
when let out of its cage, a bird with clipped wings may not be able to fly, but it can sure run.
i got addicted to you
almost killed me
is there a rehab for broken hearts
i’ll love you
the way the sun
loves the moon
will love me
the way the grass
loves the trees
perfectly in synch
but just a little too different
to ever truly
i think the love of your life and “the right one” are two different people
she is like wildfire
contagious -- burning
everything in her path
she is crazy
she fears no consequence
of her actions
she knows -- she won't get caught
do not try to contain this one
she will break free
of any walls you build around her
do not try to understand her -- she does not need your understanding
or get burned in the flame she leaves you in
its me, and its you, and its us,, because we are all flammable under her touch.
under-eyes of purple and a heart of blue;
that’s all i have to remember you.
love u endlessly.
because when i trace your skin
i can hear music
and when i look into your eyes
i see an ocean
now please tell me how
do i just let that go?
ill never understand why you got so cold.
in my arms
lies someone new
but in my heart
i wish it was you.
i miss you.
lost in the music
lost in the sky
lost in the ocean
that lives in your eyes
//for my lovely e. although we’ve fallen apart- your name is still tattooed on my heart, my one love.\\
i told you
to be happy
even if thats not with me
i told you
you deserve the best
even if thats not me
i told you
i love you more
and i guess i was right
//if she makes you that happy, go get her, darling.\\ ill never forget the poetry i wrote for you; ill never forget how your curls felt; ill never forget your lips on mine; ill never forget the color of your eyes. thanks for loving me while you could,, i know its draining. this is for you, e.❤️
i believe i get left wherever i go
little bits and pieces of me
are scattered all over the world
a segment of my heart in the ocean
became one with the water and with the sand
so now whenever the big blue body engulfs me
i feel found again
some pieces of me floated away in the breeze
of my favorite forest
so now when i am barefoot in the dirt
sprawled on the grass
i feel connected to myself again
nature is a place you can always go
its okay if your soul whispers into the gravel
because you can always retrace your steps
and be found there again
but what about places you cannot return to?
places that are not places
lost lovers, lost trust
how am i supposed to find myself again
when you've buried my most crucial piece
could you give it back, please?