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Haley Jan 2014
You were so close to me.
Just a fifty minute drive.

Thirty-two point nine miles
Separated your heart from mine.

That's just...
Two-hundred-and-ten-thousand,
Six-hundred-and-seventy-two­ feet
Which divided our heart beats.

That's just...
Three-thousand seconds
Of time, which kept me from you.
A. ('Cause I'm hopelessly flirting with you through these poems.)
~Sorry, not sorry.~
Haley Jan 2014
A.
I feel like I'm on
Pretty Little Liars
Because all my poems
Are stained with you.
Signed for you.
"For A."
Haley Jan 2014
My love for you is like the sea
[deep, endless, full of life]

I am the tide -
[vast, cool, constant]
- who washes up
multiple times a day,
just to kiss your face,
and wash away your sadness.

You are the sand
[warm, soft, unique]
I'm compelled to count
every rock, crystal, shell
that makes you, you.

Your beauty is unparalleled.
I understand why people like to keep you in a glass bottle.
[They're just envious.]

But your true form cannot be contained
by a little tiny glass.
That is where I come in:
to encompass you -
your splendor and your flaws -
selflessly.

I love you like the sea, babe.
for A.
Haley Jan 2014
It is completely unbearable
to wake up from such
perfect dreams
only to
be
Violently shoved back into
reality where we are
not together at
all.
It makes my tears burn five
times as hot, when you
look at me and
smile.
That smile is just a smile to
you, just a friendly
gesture.
While that "gesture" is my
entire world, it is the
very air that I
breathe.
So when you ask me what I dream,
you can understand why I can't
say: "You smiling at me, and
every smile is like glue,
mending my world
that was once
shattered by
you."
Haley Jan 2014
I've never been afraid of death
Yet, I've been afraid to live
The darkness brings me happiness
The light could never give

And I'm sitting in this corner
Of an overcrowded room
Feeling more alone than ever
It's filling me with gloom

I think I'm weird
'Cause I compare myself to others
They're up there dancing and laughing
While I'm stuck here - underneath my covers

I've always preferred the frigid cold
To the flush of heat
I've always preferred the voices in my head
Than the strangers on the street

I like books
Enough to be one
Because no one knows my meaning
Until the ending comes.
Haley Jan 2014
Showers
don't make you
clean.

They just make you
smell better -
like coconuts and lavender.

And the pretty scents
mask your ***** thoughts
for a day.

So you take another,
and another,
and another -

Hoping your mind
will become pretty
just like those pretty soaps.

Hoping you will become clean
with new thoughts of love
and happiness.

Hoping...

But showers
and soaps
do not make you
*clean.
Haley Jan 2014
I actually never really talked to you
but that didn't matter.

In no time,
I developed an enormous crush on you.

And I think you knew,
which made me embarrassed.

But you never made fun of me
which I appreciate.

I really loved our stolen glances
during band class.

And your smirks when you caught me
looking at your freckles...

But you're gone now.
and I wish more than anything that you were
here.

So I could tell you how much
each little freckle meant to me.
How much I loved it when you smiled,
when you threw your head back to laugh.

You were taken from everyone too early
and now I never get to tell you how I felt - how I feel.
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