I love...
I love the way you dress,
With frills and furling fabrics.
I love the way you walk,
With rhythmic sway and purpose.
I love the way you smile,
With half-curled lips, perked cheeks and laughing eyes.
I love the way you smell,
As if picked fresh from a gardens bed.
I love the way you talk,
So chaotic and disorganized but so sure of yourself.
I love the way you sleep,
Tangled in my arms, head upon my shoulder, soul upon my soul.
I love the way you kiss,
Quivering, curious, tender and wanting.
I love the way you make me feel,
Alive.
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I hate...
I hate the way you dress,
With putrid colors and filthy earthen shapes.
I hate the way you walk,
With spiteful tease and slithering method.
I hate the way you smile,
With twisted jaws, and mocking eyes.
I hate the way you smell,
Like decomposing undergrowth.
I hate the way you talk,
So useless, so pathetic, so unsure.
I hate the way you sleep,
Leaving nothing but perfume on my pillow, taunting me.
I hate the way you kiss,
So distant, uncaring, so primal, so scarce.
I hate the way you make me feel,
Alone.

N.H.

Stolen kisses

just delicious

swollen lips

straight to hips

Wandering hands

my heart brands

whispered phonecalls

my soul falls

Commit infidelity

I’m paying penalty

my stomach growing

you, not knowing

Consumed by guilt

lust was spilt

can’t look you in the eye

kissing sanity goodbye

Your pale grass colored eyes flickered towards me in the passenger seat;
cigarette out the window
I stare at my ruby colored lips in the side view mirror
You drum your fingers on the wheel to Blue Bossonova
I remember the dream catcher hanging from the mirror catching my eye;
a majestic golden hue from the sunlight reflecting off of it.

We weren't supposed to be driving the car,
We both knew this, but we were rebels
So I had climbed out my window without my parents knowing
ripping my jeans in the process
just to be with you.

Had I known it would be the last time I'd touch you;
Had I known it would be the last time I'd kiss your lips
I would have stayed in my bed
The Shins blaring through my headphones
Thinking about all the things I'm going to do with you

Had I known it would be the last time seeing you smile
The last time hearing you breathe
Hearing you talk
     Touching your skin
I would have obeyed my parents rules for once.

Instead of staring at your pretty green eyes
I stare at the pretty headlights coming our way
I feel the car swerve to the left;
the dream catcher falling
The car spinning like a dradle in the air
It was like everything were in slowmotion
As I look over at you in horror
your pale green eyes flicker away from mine
closing as if to say
"I'm sorry."
The car comes to a hault.
You were motionless as we were upside down
Tears fall down my ****** cheeks
I scream at you to wake up;
but you wouldn't
Then I stopped wasting my breath
I stopped
Like your heart

Had I known it would be the last time I'd touch you;
Had I known it would be the last time I'd kiss your lips
I would have stayed in my bed
The Shins blaring in my headphones
because now I'm fantasying about all the things we could have done

About all the things we could have said
like
"You're paying for the electrical bill this time."
or
"I do."
Now I'm stuck listening to Blue Bossonova
blaring in my headphones
thinking about all the things I'd have to do without you

Had I known

She was 17
He was 19
She kept to herself, head always buried in a book
He broke hearts and caused trouble
They met at a train station
She was sitting on the bench, clenching a book
He was leaning up against the brick wall
eyes on his watch
waiting for the train
so he could meet his dealer
The roar of the train echoed in their ears
She got up
Her brown hair blowing back in the wind
He saw her from the corner of his eye
She began to walk towards the train
book still in hand
sun shining through the white lace of her flowing skirt
His eyes stared her up and down now

She begins to run
her light black sandals picking up pace
not even realizing it,
He begins to run too
heart beat rising in his throat
It was as if an angel had slowed down the train
or time itself
She feels the warmth of his arms around her
the trains engine screams at her
He pulls her back, holding her close
they collapse on the platform
watching the train fly past on the tracks
tears fall from her eyes
sparkling like tiny diamonds
He calms her down, brushing the hair out of her face
softly saying in her ear
"shh. you're okay. you're okay."
People talked frantically
dozens of eyes on them
The book she was reading only a feet away
She stops crying for a second
and looks into his blue eyes
He looks back into her light brown eyes
"Why did you save me? Why didn't you just let me go?"
Red and blue lights flash in the background
He feels a warm sensation in his heart
"You wouldn't have known who you would have fallen in love with
and I wouldn't have gotten the chance to buy you coffee"

That, my darlings
is how my Grandmother and Grandfather met
and still together till this day.

proof:
love is timeless