Dec 2017
Why do I make poetry out of people?
I wonder why I do that?
Why do I make boys bloom like flowers?
I love you, yet everyone says you're emotionally manipulating my love
But I choose to love you through it
I know you're just a scared little boy who needs to figure out why the ocean touches the tide
Why he loves the devil with spiderweb ways
You ask if I'm okay with you being selfish and putting you before me. And I am.
You ask if I'm okay being in competition with a ghost and even though I wish the ghost was dead. I'm willing to fight for what I believe in.
Because you're the greatest war ever fought
You said too me"I'm all in if youre all in". And I am.
Why do I make poetry out of people
I wrote you a poem once, and I called it seasons.
Because you were a change. A breath of fresh air.
You ask me if I'm okay with the fact you'll never marry me.
And I am.
And if you choose to leave, just know I hope that just like every flower under my sun, that you regret it everyday and feel the burn of the breeze.
I wrote it in words once, that the love of the ocean never dies.
It won't.
So put me in a box and push me out to sea if you need time to figure out if loving me really is worthwhile.
Because I know, loving me is worthwhile.
You're molded out of vanilla and almonds but if you can't love me passed mountains, I understand.
I guess molehills are more appealing anyway.
And just like the girl in the story I wrote about us, I'll remember you. Because I have a habit of remembering everyone that leaves.
I know you'll do great, and I know you'll go off and try to make spiderweb lovers work,..... I know that's what you really mean when you say you need "time alone"
Even if you won't admit it, that's why you question your love for me.
And when I'm right and that crumbles like I predict. I hope you realize what you've lost. I hope it hurts worse than she ever did.
I'll still think you sunshine and love your elvis comb over.
I'll still miss the smell of vanilla bean and almonds on cold winter mornings at 5am
And my bed will always remind me it once held our laughter.
I'll always love you, even if you leave. I'll always be here, even if you decide to give up. I never will.
My god, Why do I make poetry out of people?
(v.m)
I wonder why I do that?
Why do I make boys bloom like flowers?
I love you, yet everyone says you're emotionally manipulating my love
But I choose to love you through it
I know you're just a scared little boy who needs to figure out why the ocean touches the tide
Why he loves the devil with spiderweb ways
You ask if I'm okay with you being selfish and putting you before me. And I am.
You ask if I'm okay being in competition with a ghost and even though I wish the ghost was dead. I'm willing to fight for what I believe in.
Because you're the greatest war ever fought
You said too me"I'm all in if youre all in". And I am.
Why do I make poetry out of people
I wrote you a poem once, and I called it seasons.
Because you were a change. A breath of fresh air.
You ask me if I'm okay with the fact you'll never marry me.
And I am.
And if you choose to leave, just know I hope that just like every flower under my sun, that you regret it everyday and feel the burn of the breeze.
I wrote it in words once, that the love of the ocean never dies.
It won't.
So put me in a box and push me out to sea if you need time to figure out if loving me really is worthwhile.
Because I know, loving me is worthwhile.
You're molded out of vanilla and almonds but if you can't love me passed mountains, I understand.
I guess molehills are more appealing anyway.
And just like the girl in the story I wrote about us, I'll remember you. Because I have a habit of remembering everyone that leaves.
I know you'll do great, and I know you'll go off and try to make spiderweb lovers work,..... I know that's what you really mean when you say you need "time alone"
Even if you won't admit it, that's why you question your love for me.
And when I'm right and that crumbles like I predict. I hope you realize what you've lost. I hope it hurts worse than she ever did.
I'll still think you sunshine and love your elvis comb over.
I'll still miss the smell of vanilla bean and almonds on cold winter mornings at 5am
And my bed will always remind me it once held our laughter.
I'll always love you, even if you leave. I'll always be here, even if you decide to give up. I never will.
My god, Why do I make poetry out of people?
(v.m)
