Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Jamie Weare Dec 2013
My neck hurts when I kiss you
The way I imagine it will hurt when it's over

I stand on the tips of my toes
And strain to reach your lips

My back starts to ache
And I trip over my own two feet

So I think it would be easier
To just not reach at all

But those eyes shine down from your foot above
And I'm convinced otherwise

You're so big and I'm so small and most of the time,
I'm afraid you'll swallow me whole

That I'll get lost in the gravity of it all
Sent spinning by your pull

You told me on the first night that I kiss like the world is about to end.
But didn't you know,
Every time I kiss you - that's exactly how it feels?
Jamie Weare Aug 2011
Maybe one day,
When the cold rain pours and washes away all the colour,
You’ll remember that morning we woke up in the city
everything somehow more vibrant than the day before.
And the sun came out just for us, I think.
I hope you realize there will be more colour.
Colour will come again.

Maybe one day,
When the universe makes you feel especially small,
You’ll remember those breezy summer nights
spent under the millions of scattered stars,
And holding someone meant your arms were the universe.
I hope you realize there will be more bliss.
Bliss will come again.

Maybe one day,
When you feel like crying because nothing seems easy anymore,
You’ll remember those years when nothing was ever hard
because we were an eternity.
And sleepless nights meant brighter eyes - we never smiled so big.
I hope you realize there will be more laughter.
Laughter will come again.

Maybe one day,
You’ll remember all those doubts you ever had,
And how I said to you,
“It’ll be okay.”
I hope you realize that one day,
It will be.
Jamie Weare Feb 2013
I'd say you're some kind of fairytale
One that showed up just in time to heal the bumps and bruises I'd picked up on my way to meeting you.
I'd say until then, I'd never believed in magic
That it's the only way of explaining the electricity that exists between us in a room full of people.
I'd say your eyes are the scariest ride I've ever been on
Because looking into them feels a lot like free-falling and unspoken secrets and coming home all at the same time.
I'd say my favourite memories are the ones with you in them
And how is it possible that you look just as beautiful to me today as you did back then?
I'd say everything I've been meaning to for all these years
Or maybe I wouldn't say anything to you at all.

— The End —