You were a curveball
I never saw coming.
I thought I had it all
but fate is unforgiving.

I was into another boy
but you came in calmly.
My God, was I destroyed
when you smiled shyly.

I've always thought
you're pretty
intimidating, smart,
and very witty.

But my feelings changed
when we were put
together. Then I hanged
onto your every word.

I couldn't stop thinking
about last Friday.
When we were hand holding
which made my insides disarray.

Now I get this
tingling sensations
inside me. Please,
I can't be patient.

I turn to mush
when I think of you.
I didn't expect to crush
on you. I hope you feel it too.

-m.b

I've always loved
hands.
I'd study it
if I could.

My favourite
would be yours.
When holding,
it wasn't too tight
or too loose.

Nor was it
too big
or too small.

Neither was it
too dry
or too sweaty.
Even though you got
worried
that it would be.

I'm a sucker
for hands.
I like yours better
than anyone else's.

-m.b

He counted the stars
to prove his love for her but
she's looking away

Turtle is too slow
But it kept its own pace and
Found eternal peace

Think of a wild forest filled with every
Known flower. Sometimes you'd miss it,
But it's there. Cleverly
Hidden among loud ones. It'll hit
You like a comforting wave,
Making you feel happy,
Serene. So very safe.
Maybe it's sappy
But that's how I think
Of her. She's the softest flower.
Always on the brink
Of heaven. The magnetic power
Of lulling you with love, kindness.
She's always there, basking in her own beauty

-m.b

Like preschool children during breaktime, my thoughts chase each other in super speed*. Running around in circles with never-ending energy. Even at times when my mind should be resting, I think a lot and even when I know I should be sleeping, even more ideas pop into my head at the darkest of hours. I spend so much time thinking that I usually space out in real life. But honestly, I prefer spending time with myself and indulge in books. Being with people would end up with me being disappointed. I expect too much and in the end, I'll get hurt. Better to imagine than experiencing it though.

-m.b

I'm either too happy or too sad.
With him it's like
sunshines and snowstorms,
hot and cold,
young and old,
heaven and hell,
life and death.
There is no in between,
only one extreme
to the other.
I don't know
if I should
blame him or thank him,
hit him or kiss him,
move on or stay,
forget or remember.
He's all of the poems,
songs and stories
I wrote and read about.
He's everything and nothing.

-m.b

Pink, orange, purple
Blend together nicely and
I feel somewhat calm

-m.b