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Pinky Quinones Oct 2016
[I] couldn't speak so I sett[l]ed.
But y[o]u asked again just before I could find the words.
I mo[v]ed a muscle, turn[e]d around to face [y]ou,
Sealing yet another n[o]n existent space.
If only yo[u] knew what resided within.
Pinky Quinones Sep 2016
For all the saddest words of tongue and pen,
the saddest is almost.

She almost left her agony of defeat.
She almost broke her walls.
She almost laid down her cards.
She almost found home.
She almost said yes.
They were almost there.

Tonight, she's almost sober.
The moon; the unparralleled witness
of what could have been a radiant tale of amour.
But like almost lovers,
he will forget the color of her eyes
and she will forget his.
short poem
Pinky Quinones Apr 2016
You came across my mind a hundred times today. Is that good thing? Tell me it's not. I don't want a relapse.
Pinky Quinones Apr 2016
Does it ever cross your mind? The thought of losing me, I mean. Does it sting like fire ants? Painful but not serious.

I don't know when or how the butterflies in my stomach turned to wasps, stinging the muscles, making it sore and burn but I swear at one point, we were the most beautiful human chromosomes paired....

or was it always an option? Leaving me, I mean.
Pinky Quinones Mar 2016
Trying to soak you up
forever ingrained in my brain.
Perhaps only for a moment,
But a permanent route.
Distracted as I graze
your solar eclipse eyes,
I'd stare into the sun
to feel that way again.
Pinky Quinones Nov 2015
I don’t know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence
Lang Leav's
You came across my mind a hundred times today. And I don't  know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. See you real soon.
Pinky Quinones Oct 2015
In another universe, only the two of us can fly 500 ft above the ground and under an old Amaranth tree is where we first said, "I love you"

We learned to drive together.  We spent time driving to see each other even just for one night. We never minded the radio station static.

My parents were not strict. I stayed all night at the bar, took cheap shots of brandy. You held my hand like it'll be the last.

In this universe, you never got tired of me.  You loved me the whole time.

We never cursed each other that one night. It only took a minute to realize that it was stupid. We never forgot we loved each other.

Here, you never lied to me. You never kissed that girl. Neither of us knew what tears tasted like.

In this universe, darling, we stayed.
I hope things get better for you.
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