the lines on my notebook pages scoff
as they see me writing your name once again


©L.F.

I tried to stay in reality
while the sight of you rested upon my eyelids
the thought of you running through my mind
and the feeling of you sends chills up my arms
as I tried to sleep at night


©L.F.

one day I'll be able to watch the ocean
wipe your name away from the sand
without writing it ever again


© L.F.

the ones who stain your satin exterior,
with their salty tears
the ones who leave scuff marks, driving into your pastel mind,
with the words on their fake letters
the ones who resurface upon your eyes of a setting sun,
with their convenient after break-up rebound texts
the ones who **** the healing flowers growing on your earthly arms,
with their problems being unloaded onto you recklessly.
I'd rather be alone forever,
than put up with dumb boys.


©L.F.

what does being a hopeless romantic mean?
is it writing poems about people who don't exist?
is it wanting to be older and in love so bad, while just being fourteen?
is it wanting to feel a presence of love, standing in a summers mist?
is it imagining arms around you every night?
is it thinking of someone taking you on long drives?
because it seems like it just might
be a little while longer before we live those lives


©L.F.

you said you'd never leave,
but even I know that sometimes
it rains when it's not supposed to


©L.F.

I'd say I get lost in your eyes,
but I know them so well
that they feel like home


© L.F.