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500 · Aug 2013
untitled
maisie khan Aug 2013
I'm the kind of girl
who'll end up writing poems about you at 4am.
I'd compare you to the stars,
a supernova,
an ocean
and I'd want you to compare me to
volcanoes,
hurricanes,
disasters.
I'd fall in love with the way the curve of your spine felt
underneath my fingertips
and I'd fall in love with the way you say my name.
I would compare your face to a poem,
and I'd lay beside you and form poetry out of your skin.
I'd smoke your cigarettes and wish I was the smoke
in your lungs.
I would love you too much
to even think about loving myself
and I would need your arms to fall asleep at night.
I'd have to find your lips in the darkest hours
when my heart hurts and I begin to drown again.
I'd ask you to save me and I'd love you more than I love poetry.
I'd just write poems about you
in the sunrise
where I'd take joy in the fact that our skin was being kissed
by the same sunshine
so never fall in love with a girl like me.
493 · Aug 2013
catching the end of a dream
maisie khan Aug 2013
And the clouds stretched across the evening sky
and you kissed me more tenderly than the sun did
and you said my name between kisses
and you breathed poetry in my ear
and you told me I was beautiful
and I told you I loved you
and we lay together
and watched the world.
491 · Aug 2013
Your Last Poem
maisie khan Aug 2013
I don't know how to turn you in to poetry anymore.
The words fall from my mind
without making sense...
nothing makes sense.
I don't know much but
I know that love and music
is universal
and that we are all one with nature.
And I know that I love you
more than I have loved anybody.
Somehow,
loving you made me learn to love myself
because the intensity of this feeling
is both beautiful and brutal
and to endure love is not shameful,
but respectable
and loving you makes me strong
not weak.
I can no longer be a ghost, love.
I can no longer be the enchantment that
haunts you.
I can no longer wish you were beside me.
I know you have wanted me, love
and I know it must have hurt
to resist.
I have to walk away now
and discover more boys with hypnotic eyes
and wounded hearts.
Remember to love her
and to show her that you deserved a second chance.
I don't want to be the reason
that she ends up broken again.
The pieces of me that you discovered
will love you infinitely.
Somehow,
you managed to fix me
by refusing to love me.
489 · Sep 2013
Disease
maisie khan Sep 2013
I saw you as one of the pieces of me
that I'd lost in my childhood
when I was too busy focusing on nothing
to notice.
I guess we're all born to broken people
and we were no exception.
You were the first real thing to happen to me
in years,
the first person that understood me,
understood I needed someone to hold me
just once
just for one night.
I fell asleep in your arms
and wondered why I had to keep these things a secret.
We ran through each other's veins
like disease;
a sickness I didn't want to get rid of.
485 · Jul 2013
the first time
maisie khan Jul 2013
Let me tell you about the first time I ever saw you.

The room was dark
and crowded
and full of sweat
and music.
I caught your eye from across the room
and I was yours from that moment onwards.
I approached you,
my eyes never leaving the dark pools
which were your own.
A small smile played on your lips
as you said hi
and I fell right there and then.
Oh, sweet love
it has been more than a year since
that winter night
and I could bear this love
as long as you kept your distance,
as long as you didn't touch me.
We both knew
the moment you touched me for the first time
that I would be yours for the taking.
You stupid, beautiful little *******
why did you have to wrap your arms around me?
Why did you allow me to feel your muscles tighten around me?
Why did you kiss me
so delicately
on the forehead like a baby?
And more so,
why did you return to your lover
after capturing me in this love forever?
Still,
almost two years later
I have to be content with bedroom eyes across the room
and stolen touches when nobody is watching.
Darling,
why are you trying to **** me?
why did you have to touch me?

*Why Do I Still ******* Love You?
484 · Jun 2013
library book
maisie khan Jun 2013
she was the library book
he couldn't give back
he didn't care
about the consequences of loving her
for her story
was one he loved more than the works of
Charles Dickens or Oscar Wilde
and the words were buried
deep under her skin
where only he could open her heart
as if it were the pages;
finding her story
alongside her pain
and reading it
over and over
trying to find some way
of fixing her
whilst still loving her
for all her withered pages
and hidden stories
475 · Jun 2013
writing you down
maisie khan Jun 2013
I could write you down forever
turning your face in to every synonym for
breath-taking,
your hands the thesaurus I glance at
when I can't find the words
to explain you.
When the music was loud enough
to travel through our bodies
you wanted to hold my hand
whilst I wanted someone else--

Sadly,
I wish I had held your hand instead.


The first time you saw me
you thought I was beautiful
and you know my secrets,
you have witnessed my darkness;
but still you find me beautiful.
How often do you find someone
that falls in love with your flaws
and desires no more
than your heart to hold?

*You were the type of boy
who would rather watch me
watching the stars
than watch the stars yourself.
The type of boy
who would rather trace patterns on my skin
than find shapes in the clouds.
459 · Jul 2013
he is the seasons
maisie khan Jul 2013
he is wrinkled shirts and clammy hands,
alcohol-breath and glazed eyes.
sometimes he looks like autumn
his chest falling as the leaves do
other times he is summer
full bloom and beautiful
but most of the time he is winter...
i think his heart is dying.
he is trying to ****** me
but i'm not dying for him anymore
he's the type of boy who'll only love you
till you love him back.
he tells you about the time his lips were almost on yours
and says he felt nothing,
you remember feeling euphoric
yet say you felt nothing, too.
he was the ocean;
beautiful
brutal
and not to be trusted.
443 · Oct 2013
In this moment
maisie khan Oct 2013
We lay here in the dark; face to face, half asleep, completely alive. There is no sound besides our breathing, nothing exists except our bodies entangled together. Your fingertips knead the bottom of my back and I trace my fingers across the path of your spine. We wait and wait and wait and it happens. Your lips find mine the same moment mine find yours. We become lost in each other, our mouths connecting until we feel our minds, our hearts, our souls connecting. You pull me on top of your body and we hold each other there, continuing to kiss until our lungs are full. Your breathing is heavy and longing and it sounds like music in my ears and I kiss your neck gently as a silent thank you, as a silent 'I love you'. You roll me effortlessly on to my back and you tower over me. You delicately brush the hair out of my face and look at me like I am beautiful and in this moment I feel beautiful. You press your lips to mine once again, a sense of urgency in the way you move, a sense of desperation. You begin gently kissing my throat and I throw my head back and in this moment I know that I have given myself to you and I am yours and it's the best thing that's ever happened to me. In this moment I know that I love you with all I have.
431 · Feb 2014
We Are So Human
maisie khan Feb 2014
YOU ARE SO INTENSE AND I LOVE YOU SO INTENSELY. I LOVE YOU AND YOU ARE ALIVE AND I AM ALIVE AND OH MY GOD WE ARE SO ALIVE. SOMETIMES I WANT TO SET YOU ON FIRE BUT MOST OF THE TIME, YOU SET ME ON FIRE, YOU SET THE WORLD ON FIRE, WE ARE HEAVEN AND HELL COMBINED AND WE ARE EVERY FLAME YET TO BE IGNITED. WE ARE SO HUMAN, SO ANGRY, SO SAD, SO CRAZY ABOUT EACH OTHER, SO ******* CRAZY. EVERY SONG REMINDS ME OF YOU AND THE WAY YOU LOOK AT ME HAS ME SMILING IN MY SLEEP. I AM SO AWAKE WHEN I AM WITH YOU, SO AWARE OF EVERY PASSING MINUTE, SO AWARE OF THE FACT THAT YOU EXIST. YOU ARE KILLING ME AND I AM RUNNING BOTH TO AND FROM YOU; INDECISIVE, IMPOSSIBLE, INFINITE. I WANT TO SEE THE ENTIRE WORLD WITH YOU, I WANT US TO BECOME THE WORLD. I WANT TO SEE LOVE IN YOUR EYES AND TASTE LUST ON YOUR LIPS. I WANT EVERYTHING BECAUSE RIGHT NOW, EVERYTHING IS YOU AND YOU CAN GIVE ME MORE THAN EVERYTHING. WE CAN'T STAND EACH OTHER AND WE CAN'T STAND TO BE WITHOUT EACHOTHER. WE ARE SO HUMAN.
426 · Nov 2014
this is what love has done
maisie khan Nov 2014
Why did you have to become a ghost to me? I've never held on to something as tightly as you, literally held you so as to keep your bones from falling apart beneath me, held on to your skin as a way to stop you from leaving. I thought I had my hands somewhere deep inside your soul but then I learnt you didn't have one anybody could touch. I should have listened, but I saw lights inside you so bright they could blind me and I couldn't look away. And so I was blind to the reality, to your selfish needs, your selfish touch, your selfish love. And now here I am; they say you see a light at the end of the tunnel, but either I'm still blind or there is just endless darkness down here. I didn't know that if you lost yourself inside someone you'd lose yourself completely, that you'd never find your way back to yourself. This is what love has done: I was so completely in love with you, so completely intoxicated by your existence, that I forgot how to love myself. And now I can't remember.
424 · Feb 2014
if you love me
maisie khan Feb 2014
Please do not hate me
when I am cold and reclused and quiet
or when I am crying in to your chest
or when I am screaming at you at 3am.
Do not hate me
when my eyes lose life for a while
and I am distant from you;
all I want to do is come back to you.
Do not hate me
when I am desperate, pathetic and broken;
you are fixing me with your existence.
Do not hate me
when sadness holds me tighter than you do;
I did not ask to be this way.

If you love me
I will be warm and loud and open
and I will fall asleep to the sound your chest makes
and we will dance at 3am.
If you love me
my eyes will be wider and full of life
and I will always, always come back to you.
If you love me
I will be strong and beautiful and alive
because as I said before, you are fixing me with your existence.
If you love me
I will hold you tighter than sadness could ever hold me.

It's just that I need to learn to love myself
before you can love me.
421 · Apr 2014
what love feels like
maisie khan Apr 2014
You make me feel like I have
no control,
and it scares me because I know
that's what love feels like.
I don't want to be out of control.
I don't want to be in love.
The simple, innocent act of your arm
brushing against mine
makes me realise that no touch
between me and you
could ever be
innocent.
I want to crawl inside you,
fill up all of your lonely places with myself.
I want to be completely selfish,
hide you away somewhere nobody can find you
because I am so jealous of every pair of eyes
that has seen you.
I want to be the only eyes that are important,
the only lips you want to kiss,
the only body you could possibly hold with those
big, beautiful hands.
My God, I am a burning, raging forest fire
and I want to burn through your heart.
I want it to be painful to be without me.

I want to make you feel like you have
no control
because I know that's what love feels like
and I need you to love me.
398 · Jun 2013
the words for you
maisie khan Jun 2013
I am drinking
alone on a night where the weatherman
has promised warmth
but has delivered cold, harsh wind.
I wonder where you are
and if you are wondering where I am.
Sometimes
my hands become knives
which rip out my heart;
so as to throw it at people with soft words
and beautiful smiles.
I sit here for nights on end
feeling you in every sound
of Explosions in the Sky’s songs
and trying to turn you in to poetry
I cannot find the words for.
Your voice is the song I love the most,
filling me so completely with its tender tone.
I long for rainy nights
spent inside the shelter of the arms
which held me so tightly;
yet I was not afraid of breaking.

*It is strange how I give these words to others
when they are only really meant
for you.

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