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RH Feb 2014
Time they say eases the pain
But now I must keep myself--
From how the things used to be.
I know I should go on with my life,
And leave it all behind.

I know, I know, I have to be strong.
Even if my heart shone and call
Your name out in the rain;
Even if these arms should
Want to embrace yours again.

And even if I'm all dried out,
And no longer in pain,
I will never fall in love that way,
Ever again.
First poetry for 2013.
RH Apr 2014
Loving you is hard to regret;
How can I regret
when loving you made me
a better person?

When it felt so good
to lie beside you,
spreading our warmth
onto the cold wet grass?

When it's all that I've ever done right
in years of being wrong?
When you made me write
beautiful poetry?

How can I regret
when writing you letters every night,
calmed the storm in my eyes?

And even if you've shut me out of your life,
as you've identified my name synonymous to "regret",
I'll never regret loving you,
because I still do--
3 years later.
I'm sorry I haven't posted in a long time.
RH Feb 2014
it fascinates me how
a line on my eyelid
can make me
feel better about myself,
and how music
has the capability
of physically
wiping my tears away.

2 things
people never even
tried doing to me;
make me feel better about myself,
and wipe my tears away.
RH Feb 2015
His lips are clean
Of coffee breath
And cigarettes

His hands are clean
From holding hands
And one night stands.

His shoes are clean
Of ***** stains
From liquor chains.

Yet his tongue,
Indulged in lies
Promises turned into goodbyes.

His mind is a clutter
His lips have uttered
Names of girls who do not matter.
AB //STAIN// ED. Get it? No matter how clean the boy in the poem may appear to be, he still has something that stains him. I don't know. It's 12;30AM, I need sleep.
RH May 2014
I long to memorize
every thing you tell me.
Every word you say late at night when
your brain turns drunk even if you're sober.

I want to inject your words into my veins
so the moment you walk out of my life,
I could cut my skin open and
bleed your words out.
Just like that.

I want to kiss you in the middle of your sentences
that I can taste your words
and transfer them into my system.
So the moment you regret ever saying them,
I could shove a finger down my throat
and force them out just like that.

These are things I'm willing to do,
To let you know
That with every word that comes out of your mouth,
Bitter or sweet,
Is a stab in my gut.
Not at the moment,
but once you leave.
It's being aware that the person we love might leave us, and even if we know the consequences of falling too deep, we'd disregard that just to have the taste of that love we craved for a long time.
RH Feb 2014
Come on little soldier,
Pick up your gun
Go on little soldier,
The war has just begun
Come on little soldier
You'll make it through.
Hey, my little soldier,
I love you.

**-God
RH May 2015
You lied.
You said you'd be leaving the country,
But you lied.
I still find pieces of you
everywhere I go.

You're the song that comes on the radio in taxis, begging to be missed.
I know it's you when my hands start itching to grab my phone to see if you messaged me.
Everytime I hear my phone ring,
For a moment I swear it was your name that flashed on the screen.


You lied.
You said you left the country,
But why is it that everytime
I look for you,
I always find you
in my heart?
Wrote this last October 2014.
RH Aug 2014
I miss your face
Don't get me started about your smile.
I miss your hands
I haven't held them in a while.
I miss your lips
I'm not going to lie.
I miss your voice
Even if you'll call to say 'Hi'.
I miss your arms
And how you'd wrap them around me.
I miss your scent
It's synonymous to home and safety.
I miss your warmth,
most of all, most of all.
And I'd still miss you
Even if you'll call.
I know it's idiotic for me to miss your existence
When you call me with consistence,
But baby, it's not the time;
It's the distance.
RH Jul 2014
I loved a man
with all my heart
and he said
he loved me back.

But months later
he went with her
so now my heart
has a crack.

A crack so wide,
it could swallow
you whole, like all
I ever wanted to be.

Now everyday,
I suffer the truth
That who he wants
Has never been me.
RH Feb 2014
your acidic tears
melted my metal heart,
seep through the filters
that protect my interiors.

thank you for letting me feel,
even though it's pain.
RH Jul 2014
The way you stare
as if the galaxies
are right in front of you.

The way you smile,
like you've discovered
a new type of hue.

Too bad you're looking at her,
and
not me.
A poem about witnessing the one you love look at the one they love and it's not you.
RH Feb 2014
I should like to be your sunshine.
Let me radiate love around your atmosphere.
Let my rays dissect your innards,
And fill your body with warmth.

I should like to be your sunshine.
For without me,
Your day would be empty,
For without me,
The rainbows from your heart won't reflect;
The flowers in your mouth won't bloom;
The storm in your eyes won't cease.

I should like to be your sunshine.
Beautiful in your eyes,
Illuminating your day with hues.

But the sun may set,
And the moon shall rise,
And I may no longer be within your reach,
or I may have seemingly disappeared.
But love, be reminded
That as you gaze upon the night sky,
My love for you will shine still,
And the moon shall echo the love of
Your dear sunshine.
Not my best; wrote it during Physics class when I should have been taking notes. It talks about wanting to be someone's reason of brightness, positivity and warmth in life. :-)
RH Feb 2014
The boy that’s stuck to my insides,
has painted himself
in the walls of my brain,
has jammed his spirit
into my pores,
and filled my phone with his name.

----

He wandered into my mind  
without me knowing  
and planted  
a thought in me  
and now i can't stop  
thinking about him.
Two separate incomplete poems I found in my journal and I noticed how they talked about someone being stuck in my head.
RH Feb 2014
he’s a book
and i want to drown
myself in his words
And breathe in the scent
Of his thoughts.
i want to know him,
memorize him word by word.
know all of his cuts, folds and flaws.
and even if
i can finish a book within a day
he’s the book
i wouldn't mind reading
for a lifetime.
It's a metaphor.
RH Feb 2014
lets go stargazing.
let me point at the stars,
and remind you that
to me, you aren't just a star;
you’re the whole **** night sky.
I have a habit of not giving my poems the titles they deserve.
RH Apr 2014
Things are different with you;
Loving you is like writing again
After a long time of being idle.
I've written on so many pages before,
And wrote a lot of poetry.
But my hands can't seem to
Stop trembling as I write on these pages once again.

It's not because I'm terrified this poetry might turn out badly,
(Although the possibility's alarmingly huge)
But because it's been a while since I've written again,
And I'm unsure if I can create a masterpiece,
Because I want to.
But my hands won't stop shaking.
It's a short metaphor about falling in love after a long time of being out of love, and unsure if you can love the person right (If such a thing there be).

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