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Lady Annabelle Jun 2013
The girl
who loves too quickly
depends too stubbornly
waits too impatiently
follows too clumsily
falls too easily

The boy
who loves too affectionately
guards too protectively
listens too jealously
walks too zealously
talks too flirtatiously

Both hearts
that broke too bitterly
longed too strongly
left too resentfully
forgot too angrily
love still, unfortunately
To the boy whose thoughts I long to know.
Lady Annabelle May 2013
I love you because
of the way your eyes shine
when the light hits the blue
and sparkles when you wink at me.

I love you because
the smell of you
calms me down and sticks
to me when I spend too
much time with you.

I love you because
you say you think too much,
but the things that you think
are beyond your years.

I love you because
you're my shining knight
the one who protects me
when I've fallen into the dark.

I love you because
the words you write
take my breath away
every time I read your works.

I love you because
your smile is infectious
and makes me smile
every time I think of you.

I love you because
we made plans to
own a big house
with lots of books
just for me.

I love you because
you said you would
never leave
you said to take your hand
and hold it tight.

I love you because
your voice is intoxicating
to hear you speak
is a life's pleasure.

I love you because
that night in the car
you held me close
and played with my hair.

I love you because
you never fail
to make me laugh
when I've failed.

I love you because
you tell me not to
say you are perfect
even though I think you are.

I love you because
you tried to get me out
of my comfort zone
and make me less awkward.

I love you because
you said we were
a perfect match
and balanced each other out.

I'm trying so hard to hate you.
Lady Annabelle May 2013
Life is a little maddening
without you.
Every little thing
getting on my nerves.
Just the thought of you
used to calm me down
make me smile,
but now the thought of you
makes me cry
makes me scream
makes me shout
makes me fight.
I was not ready to say goodbye.
I wanted you forever,
but you left me anyway,
it was a forced farewell.
Do you enjoy making me suffer
with your harsh words
but then you come to me for an embrace
If you're going to leave me
at least never come back,
don't expect me to speak first
when I'm the one hurting the most.
Lady Annabelle May 2013
Try
I will try
              I'm trying
                         ...I've tried

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