I fell in love with the way you tied the shoelaces
On you old and worn sneakers.
And I fell in love with the way your eyes would glow
Like soft candle light
When you talked of your idle passions
The way you allowed your hair to have a mind of it’s very own made my pulse quicken.
The way you said my name made my breath pull itself back into my throat.
You are just a boy.
Yet you were so much more.
.
You were a beacon for me
Showing me that not everyone was the same.
You beckoned me forward.
I pressed my small, wet palm into your large, dry one
And we danced.
But
You are a collection of walking broken promises.
You are the coffin I will bury myself in eventually.
The delicate ocean that will one day swallow me whole.
You make me write ugly poetry
You make me love every minute of it.
Every syllable.
Every word.
You were the box of treasure
That I put in the hole under the apple tree when I was 6.
You were the rain
That washed all that treasure away from me
Leaving me with only the damp grass
A distinct smell in the air.
I hate that I think you’re better than what you seem.
I hate that you think you’re better than what you are.
The only thing tying us together
Was our thirst for divergence.
I found it in you.
You found it in someone else.
You were a quick answer
You were a vivid daydream
You were a childs blanket
You broke a heart
You never knew you held
In your large
dry
hand
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
I fell in love with the way you tied the shoelaces
On you old and worn sneakers.
And I fell in love with the way your eyes would glow
Like soft candle light
When you talked of your idle passions
The way you allowed your hair to have a mind of it’s very own made my pulse quicken.
The way you said my name made my breath pull itself back into my throat.
You are just a boy.
Yet you were so much more.
.
You were a beacon for me
Showing me that not everyone was the same.
You beckoned me forward.
I pressed my small, wet palm into your large, dry one
And we danced.
But
You are a collection of walking broken promises.
You are the coffin I will bury myself in eventually.
The delicate ocean that will one day swallow me whole.
You make me write ugly poetry
You make me love every minute of it.
Every syllable.
Every word.
You were the box of treasure
That I put in the hole under the apple tree when I was 6.
You were the rain
That washed all that treasure away from me
Leaving me with only the damp grass
A distinct smell in the air.
I hate that I think you’re better than what you seem.
I hate that you think you’re better than what you are.
The only thing tying us together
Was our thirst for divergence.
I found it in you.
You found it in someone else.
You were a quick answer
You were a vivid daydream
You were a childs blanket
You broke a heart
You never knew you held
In your large
dry
hand
really not my favorite, but i had to write it. having your heart broken isn't an everyday thing i guess. this is dedicated to you. you've taught me so much. thank you.
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