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Every night I go to bed without your touch, my body withers a bit. And the more my body withers, the closer it gets to dying.
In a way my body is like a flower, but instead of depending on water and sunlight, it depends on your kisses and your touch.  
My heart aces whenever I think about a life without your existence, and my stomach hurts whenever I picture my life without your rumpled blond hair and your steel blue eyes.
I do not fully understand why my whole life suddenly depends on whether you love me or not, but as said, like a flower, I need love.
-  love is strongly under rated
 Oct 2014 julissa garcia
Lunar
I just want you
to be happy
but sometimes
and selfishly
I want to be
your happiness

But
'happiness is a choice'
you say
and you didn't choose me

I clung onto the idea
since you made me happy
it would be the same for you

What is happiness now?
where has it gone to?
In time, society has robbed us
the real meaning of happiness

Go on your own way
and pursue your happiness
for your smile, is my smile
your laugh, is my laugh

and I'll be happy
when you find your happiness
because I love you
always have, always will
 Jun 2014 julissa garcia
Lunar
you said that
you love it when it rains.
little did you know that
it rains
whenever i shed a tear.
maybe that's why
you seem happy
even if i'm hurt;
you enjoy
whenever i cry.
and i'll always end up
exchanging your sorrow
for my euphoria,
in hopes of you
loving the rain—
me, my tears, and my pain.
(j.m.)
The thing i miss most
Is the kiss i will never loathe
Your forehead; my eyes closed

— The End —