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hj Mar 7
my sweet little Indian girl
ur not mine anymore
ur long black hair
i can't caress
and ur tan skin
I can't kiss
my beautiful Indian girl
I can't stare into ur brilliant black eyes
I can't hold you
I can't touch you
my beautiful Indian girl
I lost you
hj Mar 7
you are the air i breathe
and i feel like i'm choking
hj Mar 7
Your name is still my phone’s password
I still didn’t throw out “our” shirt
Still feel butterflies when I get ur text
Still fall asleep pretending you’re next
Still need you
Still love u
But what changed is
I can’t have u
I miss u but ur right here I just can’t reach for you
  Mar 5 hj
Jon York
tell me that they love me
devour my heart and soul.
                                                                   Jon York   2019
  Mar 5 hj
My biggest fear -----

You'll look at me the way I look at myself
And that's really bad
  Mar 5 hj
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Time goes by
And I miss you

Just like me
The flowers grew
But soon they wilted
Just like you

You were sweet
This I knew
Like an addiction
I loved you

Now the roses are dead
The violets are too
The garden's all gone
And so are you

Your flowers died
I did too
Because all along
I was you
I wrote this a while ago when I had a crush on someone and it was literally crushing me. This is pretty metaphorical, but it also has a bit of literal meaning. It's a mixture of my feelings towards the person I liked and how I felt towards myself at the time.
  Mar 5 hj
I'm not surprised
I got lost in your eyes
The practically held
The entire universe
stars dont shine like you
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