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elissa Nov 2014
I called you up by 1:02 AM just to hear your drunken words and slurry voice. When you picked up the call, I could hear the music play and my heart beat because anticipation was the only thing flowing in my veins along with the kiss you gave me just for the sake of being nice (I thought it was quite sweet because I still touch my lips every once in a while.) The music kept playing and you began to speak, I thought I felt my ears fill with butterflies and my throat clench with all the oceans I compare the depth of my love to. I listened to you tell me all about your Halloween party and how you said it was all fun because it was the only day you had the chance to be someone else. I still listened even when you told me all about someone else and how broken you felt and there was no party and you were listening to the music all by yourself with your half-finished *****. “Will it be okay if you call me up again by 1:02?” and your voice sort of cracked before I heard your breath and quiet snores.
elissa Jun 2014
I became addicted to the taste
of your tongue and how
well it tasted of nicotine
and substances that made
your heart race, and
sometimes I really wish I was
your last stick of cigarette,
because maybe then, you'd
finally become addicted to me.
elissa Apr 2014
cloudy skies obstruct your eyes
waves are your body,
your irises are the tides.
elissa May 2014
I gathered up the pieces
of your heart in my palm.
"I love her," oh, how you
sounded so in-love, so
blind, so foolish that you
couldn't see how much I
loved you.
"I love her," soon the words
began to fade. You could
say I was happy, but was
holding you in my arms while
you cried yourself to sleep called
"Happy"?
"I loved her." Soon the words began
to repeat. I got tired of cleaning up
after the mess of broken bottles.
"I love you, now." You told me somewhere after the first snow-
flake has fallen. "But I don't."
elissa Jun 2014
you asked if it were your eyes I fell in love with
which is quite funny 'cos though they were
the first I saw, I never really fell.
I drowned in the rich colours of you
and I all thought about was to trace your
lips with my fingertips and make love
until our hands and skin hurt from touch.
elissa Mar 2014
she is really weird and she likes fruits a lot,
especially apples and berries,but she
doesn’t eat apples and she only takes
synthetic berries, but she likes fruits a lot,
she could make a book out of them.
just me
elissa Apr 2016
Follow me into my dreams, swim in the bed of flowers I’ve built for us, maybe we could look at the stars too and find the secrets you said were hidden in chests of gold. My eyes were your chests of gold, you said. But now that I am awake, I’ve suddenly become an empty box with treasure you no longer want.
gum
elissa Jun 2014
gum
you told me my heart would mend if I could take two pieces of gum and chew until my teeth hurt and I would be rooting for alcohol instead of you but I said nothing could ever save a broken heart with wobbly legs and an outdated smile because this world was too old for ******* and I was too young to believe in a road with no ends, but you offered me a couple of Smints and said it will be all better because you'd rather see my lips taint with artificial red than eyes stain with stoic crimson.
elissa Jul 2014
Somehow, hell felt better than
thinking of you night and day.
elissa Jun 2014
how ironical
is it to fall in
love with
someone who
only wants to
break your heart?
love irony heart
elissa Mar 2014
“have you seen him?”
my skin is clawing with curiosity.
I am dying to see him.
literally.
elissa Jul 2014
You picked me up in your old classic car, swearing your mother had no idea and we had to rush, but we were so high from our kisses and from the wind swimming through our hands, we forgot all about the scars on my skin and marks on your face, lost in wonderland just the way you said it would be when I brought you home and took you to the attic, reading you stories about fruits like apples (we laughed so hard because you thought I was drunk) I was only drunk off you, comparing you to the bottle of scotch standing in my father’s bar or the shots of ***** your brother used to take because he never played with youth the way you played with my heart.
elissa Nov 2014
heart's beating so loud, I don't want it to stop
elissa Oct 2015
It was hypnotizing, the way you looked me in the eyes and swore I was the best thing yet. Your tongue like a blazing fire I couldn’t get enough, touch that never put my heart to rest. Breathless became my second name whenever we were under the sheets, fingers digging into skin, god, I wanted to mark you.
3 am thoughts
elissa Nov 2014
We sat at the edge of your bed listening to vinyl records of the rolling stones; I thought for a moment we were stuck in the 80’s and were teenagers pretending to fall in love with the last trace of bubblegum flavor on the corner of our mouths and cheap ***** stains on our t-shirts which was a whole mixtape of our reckless youth and belief of love we could only know from books. It was my favourite mixtape anyway.
elissa Apr 2016
these are letters my skin has hidden in codes i don't think anyone could crack,
but you came into my life, day by day figuring out what every page of me meant.
you loved how the ink felt against your fingertips,
you loved the way it rolled off your tongue.
you loved it even more when my mouth tasted of cheap ***** and god knows what.
but when you put the pieces together and the taste of my mouth grew too bitter for you,
you left me, all exposed with secrets let loose.
now how am i ever going to be myself again?
i should've known from the start
elissa May 2014
you told me I
reminded you
of a poem.
A meaningful
yet incomplete
one. And I
Said, "it's only
true because I
love yo-"
elissa Jun 2014
with a couple words like Je T'aime I wasn't really
impressed with the way your tongue glided over
your lower lip or the way your eyes shot up like
fireworks on the Fourth of July, which reminded
me of the last time I met someone like you right by
the Colosseum: was I meant to be intertwined with a
historic love or have my heart coded with places I
wouldn't forget such as your arms during the morning
light when we are hidden under the sheets, hoping your
mother wouldn't come in her satin pink robe and sharp
tongue because she said she was too young to be a grandmother
(she said she loved the color of my eyes, brown like mine
were too rare to find) and for a moment, I believed her when she
said I should pack up my bags and find another city to fall in
love with because you'd drag me under the ground and make me
a ruin just the way your father did to her. It was hard to believe
the words springing from her blood, but I left a photograph of myself
in your pocket and ran to where my legs took me. In a matter of months, when I heard a couple of words like Te Amo, I knew it was to start again.
elissa Jun 2014
my mouth is
telling you to
leave but my
eyes are begging
you to stay.
don't go
elissa Mar 2014
did i miss her or the lips that
tasted of strawberries
and cigarettes?
elissa Sep 2014
The only strength I knew was finding myself in your arms whenever the storm grew, or climbing the mountains to find your smile, but little did I know this was no fairy tale where we could end up together. This was some ******* up reality with my heart bashed on your hands, still pounding because I would live to see one more day and listen to how wonderful you sound, however walls grew between our touch, my second home becoming a tiny room with four white walls, my life fixed on a machine, and tubes swimming through my veins when the only feeling I can remember is your laugh against my cheek which is now fading away into the infinite stars you swore upon with little or no hope in your voice, saying, ‘you’re strong, you wouldn’t leave,’ but God, am I so sorry to break that promise.
elissa Jun 2014
I scribbled your number over, over and over again
on a piece of paper, hoping it would make you call
me once more and linger over a conversation longer
than two minutes and I swear I wasn't superstitious
like my mother who hated it whenever I broke mirrors
and walked under ladders; she said I was such an idiot,
I think it's catching up with me like the salty wind to our
skin during the first night you kissed me and said I was
pretty decent and it's okay if I scribble your number a thousand
more times just to hear you say that again.
elissa Apr 2014
how much does it take to **** a man?
is it the curves of her body,
or the curves of her smile.
elissa Nov 2014
I found your T-shirt at the back of my car, hidden underneath the books I’ve read so many times yet couldn’t get rid of because every page reminded me of the way you spoke as though the world was the audience and they were intently watching you go on and on about the way you loved watching the sun set or the rain splash against your window. Your T-shirt smelt of the day you told me you were leaving, cold tears still feeling so warm after the moment you hugged me and said it was for the good, but I never found the good in ‘goodbye’, maybe it was just me stuck in the middle of the night, still wishing upon 11:11, hoping you’d come back
elissa Jul 2014
You told me turning the page would
do me good, but my book is filled of
blank pages and no one can imprint
words in them the way you could.
I guess I will never move on
elissa Apr 2014
it thumps so hard
as though it has been
captured in a cage
made of bones.
Brittle bones.
    Bones that could hardly handle my soul.
What made God think those weak bones
could maintain my raging heart?
Didn't he know you existed?
sucker for you
elissa Apr 2014
i began to think about your cologne,
your /minty/ breath,
your dazzling eyes,
and everything that made you
which made me forget about us
and all we used to be.

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