A heart so full had emptied out.
It gave everything it could for you.
You wouldn't meet at the halfway route.
Honestly, it was all you had to do.
you aren't even trying.
This everlasting torture.
The continuous push and pull.
It's such a beautiful horror,
with butterflies, a handful.
you make me so happy but at the same time, you infuriate and disappoint me.
with all the wondrous butterflies, what else is there?
but hey, it has been a while.
He finally said he loved me.
I write this out with a smile on my face.
I feel as if I'd explode with glee,
he makes me feel like I'm in outer space.
I float as if I'm top of cloud nine,
I don't care what's to come.
All I know is that he is finally mine,
and he's as sweet as bubble gum.
Love, Hurt, Repeat. The forever lasting process.
Lately, I’ve found myself singing.
The songs coincidentally correlate to you.
Lately, I’ve found myself writing.
All the things I could not state to you.
i’ve been reviving my old hobbies
Chess? Monopoly? Uno?
What kind of game am I to you?
The instructions, you do not know.
Yet you enjoy doing what you do.
how are you all dealing with quarantine? i’m still here getting played.
It’s at 3 am
when I imagine you.
Your hands, the way you move them
around my body, roaming through.
Your voice makes me go weak,
my legs trembling at each word.
I have been like this for a week.
The way you’ve got me is absurd.
i literally have no comment for this
Words are fun,
like playing in the sun.
They run and burn out,
as if there was never a doubt.
the way we relentlessly let our words go.