i hate how you are the only thing
on my mind
while he is the only thing
on yours....

the poetic girl
got me into poetry
once i fell to the lengths
of her knees
the only difference
is that she writes about him
a callow that left her
for a shallow
while i spend the nights
a pencil in my hand
rhyming words that describe
the sparks in
eyes

i lay down
my hands stretched
far beyond the lengths
of my empty bed
i picture you
your delicate ***** blonde hair
thats half wavy and half straight
for you get up too late
your dark hazel eyes
that only glow when you cry
or beneath the sunlight
that beautiful smile
thats never too wide
then there's a silhouette, an intruder
i see him
kissing your neck...
you and him 2 am vibes
yet for my love, you still bribe.

you are
unattainable
you will
never call me
you are in love with him  
i am just your friend
but that
doesn't change how much
i love you

might mix toxins
and let you drink them
if that means
he’ll be far from ur thoughts
and ill
get to feel your lips on mine
just for a little while

he isn’t the first
and he isn’t the last  
to love one of your bestfriends
over you.
thing is,
you are never problem...
they just don’t know you
for if they did,
a marathon for your love
would begin.

How long?
I ponder.
How long will it take?
How long will it take for you to move on?
How long will it take for you to realize that he only uses you for ***?
How long will it take for you to realize that he doesn’t and will never love you ?
Give me a date, i will wait.

I am in love with a girl
with hair soft as fur
and lips that curl
to the loneliness
of the night