some say that pain is inevitable when it comes to love
that you're bound to get hurt one way or the other
that you're no match for the force of human nature,
that is to hurt the ones you love

i say—let it.
let it scar.
let it hurt.
—and let it hurt badly.

leave me broken
and leave me crying
leave me lonely
and leave me dying

because if love means waiting years and years
just to spend one fraction of a moment
where we belong to each other
then all of the wait
and all the weight on our shoulders
would be worth everything
we've been trying so hard to resist.

When everything is bad,
Give em hell
*make it worse

please tell him, that i always see his face
in every stranger that passes.
please tell him that when the sun goes down, my heart cant remember anything but his name

please tell him that when im lying in bed at 3am looking for traces of him on my inbox, i always end up hopeless
please tell him that when im pouring my heart out to pen and paper, its always for him, always

please tell him that when i close my eyes, im surrounded by memories of us
please tel him that im waiting, im always waiting

What if
          I
                                                  ­Fall
In
              Love
With
      A
       Poet?
What if he mesmerises me
       With his lines?
What if
        His words touch me
        And kiss
           Through my skin?
     What if i search for
Him
Everyday
And
      Travel through
              His words
    And meet him
                  Somewhere
       And
We
       Become bare
          And he caresses
Me
          With every
      Stanza
And
       Here
           I am
                Again
Searching
           For him,
    Wanting
Him
        With
                 All
                      Desire
Waiting
             For
                 His
                   Next
                      Poem
                         To
                            Take
                             ­ Me
                          To
                       His
                   World
                Where
             We
          Will
        Lay
      Bare
   What if
               I
                  Fall in love
                      With
                  A
             ­         Poet?

© Evna-Luna

im sorry i saw venus in your galaxy eyes
when it was nothing but

dim

im sorry it felt electric whenever our skins grazed against each other
when you were just


cold

im sorry it felt nervous
looking into your devil smile
when you were just


ecstatic

im sorry it felt like home evrytime you said my name
when you were just

lonely

im sorry it took so long to forget your face
when you never even bothered to remember my name

but most of all,

im sorry i put all these metaphors
to your ordinary features
when all you gave me was 3 years of agony and a lifetime's worth of absence

im not much of a poet,
but his eyes look like comets
rushing to fall onto me,
being engulfed by earth's pull

im not much of a poet,
but i swear his skin
feels like the first drop of water
on a hot summer shower

im not much of a poet,
but his smile spreads across
my skyline like sunshine
on an early morning jog

im not much of a poet,
and he's not much of my poetry.