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i. you are the cruelest person I've ever met but my heart still beats really fast whenever I think about  you. I'm afraid if I touch  you I'll burst into  flames again. my  hands haven't stopped shaking since you left and I never got to thank you for teaching me the meaning of the word hurt. I found my  poems at the bottom of your garbage can and I still can't  sleep alone. I  kissed you a lot, and sometimes, you kissed me too.   ii. your skin rings up memories of moonlight and  granite, a gaping desert lying open like it's as vulnerable as you when it gets dark. you have a murderous look in your eye but you never broke a hair on my head, you saved every phone log of every time I ever called you. i heard your last girlfriend got arrested for domestic  abuse and you never wrote to tell me. did it hurt you more than  I could? I hope you found what you were looking for out there and I hope you never lose it unless you want to.  iii. something about your eyes makes me want to know everything about the middle of the night, I watch you move and I whimper inside my head. I haven't touched you in what seems like two whole lifetimes, if I ever even did at all. I hope I can again some day. years later and your music stillI makes my ears raw. I hope that bullet didn't hurt too bad, I hope  it brought you the happy. I'm sorry I never could.  iiii. we are a modern day romeo and juli et, it took me two  years to realize how lovely your lips looked and I'm still wrecking  barriers, I'm still  damning christ. my best friend has made it clear she does not want me as a  sister. I wish they'd let me love you because you, you are all I've got left. I might be the bullet but I will never be the shooter, I'll take everything on myself. you are so fragile and i am so  sorry.
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
(a poem for every boy i've kissed)
i. you are the cruelest person I've ever met but my heart still beats really fast whenever I think about  you. I'm afraid if I touch  you I'll burst into  flames again. my  hands haven't stopped shaking since you left and I never got to thank you for teaching me the meaning of the word hurt. I found my  poems at the bottom of your garbage can and I still can't  sleep alone. I  kissed you a lot, and sometimes, you kissed me too.   ii. your skin rings up memories of moonlight and  granite, a gaping desert lying open like it's as vulnerable as you when it gets dark. you have a murderous look in your eye but you never broke a hair on my head, you saved every phone log of every time I ever called you. i heard your last girlfriend got arrested for domestic  abuse and you never wrote to tell me. did it hurt you more than  I could? I hope you found what you were looking for out there and I hope you never lose it unless you want to.  iii. something about your eyes makes me want to know everything about the middle of the night, I watch you move and I whimper inside my head. I haven't touched you in what seems like two whole lifetimes, if I ever even did at all. I hope I can again some day. years later and your music stillI makes my ears raw. I hope that bullet didn't hurt too bad, I hope  it brought you the happy. I'm sorry I never could.  iiii. we are a modern day romeo and juli et, it took me two  years to realize how lovely your lips looked and I'm still wrecking  barriers, I'm still  damning christ. my best friend has made it clear she does not want me as a  sister. I wish they'd let me love you because you, you are all I've got left. I might be the bullet but I will never be the shooter, I'll take everything on myself. you are so fragile and i am so  sorry.
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
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