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Maya May 2013
Heart In A Knot. (Nevershoutnever Found Poem.)
by Maya Vulgarity.
You make me happy,
whether you know it or not.
It's hard to conceive,
That someone like you,
Could be with someone like me.

You see,
This is such a sad place,
And without your pretty face,
I'm sure it's going to wind up worse.
It's been one hell of a year in my own shoes.

I'm running my mouth just like I got you,
But I surely don't.
Because you're so far away,
And I'm here.
And I just wait for you.

I love to hear that voice,
And honestly I'm left with no choice.
Because you're so far away,
And I'm here, watching the days
Pass as I wait.

I've been waiting my whole life
For someone like you.
I mean, ****, what's not to adore?
I've been searching for a girl that's just like you.
Someone who is you.

Everything you do is super ******* cute,
Super duper cute.
I know for sure that you are beautiful.
You're everything I want and more,
Everything I want to adore.

I'm terribly convinced,
That you could be my lover,
Because you had me at first glance.
I've been wanting to know what is love
And I can't stand it.

I'm happy knowing that you are mine,
'Cause I'm overly attracted,
And terribly convinced,
That you could be my princess,
And I could somewhat be a prince.

Who do you think you are,
To go and steal my heart
Just the way you do?
I'm an addict.
I'm addicted to you, girl.

Are you out of my league?
I text so late at your night,
I swear, you're going mad,
But you've got my heart tied in a knot,
And my stomach in a whirl.

Did it hurt when
You fell from heaven?
I'm so happy knowing
That you are the one that I want
For the rest of my days.

Let's sell all our ****,
And run away to sail
The ocean blue.
Then you'll know that
My heart is true.

I had the weirdest dream
That you and I drove up the darkest streets.
Passing through the city lights,
Birth of a kiss that will not die.
Your heart is true.

So this one goes out to the ones
That fall in love.
And to the girl
That filled my dark.
She's got my heart tied in a knot.
written in may of 2012 for jordan gragg
Maya May 2013
It's your voice,
or maybe your hair,
or possibly the way,
you wear boxers for underwear.
It could be your name,
first and last,
or the tingles I get when,
you say you want to smash.
Another thing it could be,
is how I imagine kissing you.
Or how you say, “I love you,”
and we both know I love you too.
Maybe it's the thought of
you being mine,
or how, when you come home,
we can kiss all the time.
I love your good morning/goodnight texts,
The reason could be those.
Or maybe your sweetness, your intelligence,
your music taste or your stubbornness, maybe so.
Yes, your stubbornness,
sometimes it's cute, I'll admit.
Or when you deliberately try to
get my ******* wet and just won't quit.
I like when you talk all the ***** to me,
**** it gets me going.
You're fine as ****,
that gets me going.
I love b$ + qtsp = <3,
I'm not trying to be cheesy,
I try to avoid cliches,
but baby, you got my heart beating.
I love your beautiful poetry,
especially when it's about me.
You can't address envelopes correctly,
but that's okay because you're thuggy b.
Maybe it's the snapchats you send me,
or your handwriting,
or just you period.
I know you got me sighing
when I think about how it'll be
when you're finally home
where you belong
and I can give you all the dome.
I really like when you say
you're in love with me,
I could listen to it everyday.
I want to be in love with you too.
I love how we constantly talk,
so maybe that's the reason I would walk,
the 1,076 miles to be with you,
except I have college and school.
****, I can't think of anything but you.
Your cat drawings may be a reason.
Or maybe it's the summer season.
I like when you text me after not talking in awhile,
and how you fricken always make me smile.
All the letters you send make me happy,
and how good you are to me.
I love your freaking eyes,
and your mind.
The way you say “baby” or
say my name
makes me happier than
I have ever been.
I also like the feelings I get when I
read your letters,
if I'm ever sad,
I reread them to feel better.
Even if it sounds tedious,
I love how you stalk my tweets,
and when you text me kissy faces,
and when I can hear in your voice that you're getting sleepy.
And I ******* loved the night
you fell asleep with me on the phone
while I told you all the pretty things,
made me feel like you were kind of home,
you were falling asleep next to me,
and I could kiss your eyelids,
and watch you sleep so peacefully,
but it made me want you with me.
Those are the reasons I love you
Maya May 2013
Tell me where your dreams roam
when you close your eyes.
Do they bring you home?
Do you dream of cuddling with me
while my eyes close sleepily?
Because I dream of laying sober with you
sharing whispered secrets until two.
In my best dreams, with my eyes closed,
your arms surround me, our bodies touch from head to toe.
And soon, with my eyes open,
we can do that, or so I'm hoping.
Baby, can you tell me what you dream of?
Even if it's not of me, I hope it makes you smile love.
I hope we can connect our sleeping dreams and mentalities,
from Wisconsin to California some time in reality.
Maya May 2013
May
darling i promise i tried to smile for you,
but now i've got to drink this bottle for two,
and tonight when you lay awake please don't say,
i can't wait until may
because i might not last that long.
Maya May 2013
I don't deserve your tears,
'Cause love is nothing to waste,
and it only took me 31 days,
to wreck your plastic face.
You're not my baby.
Open up your chest
and there sits the heart
I lived for,
so I extracted the drugs
from your dreams
and injected them into
a heart that's only half yours.

I know you can't rid the taste
of surgery and you know I'll
only **** you in my sleep.
You know I will send you out to sea
because
that's where the bad ones go.
While you're gone I don't want
to have to write to you.
You're the same as the next one,
and the one before you too.

You'll take it to the grave, my word.
I swore never your heart shall I break.
You're just a little girl,
you know nothing of the game I play.
I feel you are free to betray
as I burn my skin with a wick.
Here's a story about a girl,
enough to make you sick.

You had found a way to crown my fingertips,
oh **** this night!
You'll be nursing a ****** nose,
telling your girlfriends your troubles and woes.
This is not the way to love,
I am brain dead,
thinking in blues and reds.
You're blood, red on the bathroom wall.

Now build your coffin where you'll sleep,
take the red from your sobbing eyes,
ink your skin so easily,
start to think with your chest,
you'll see eventually.
Princess wrecked,
shipwrecked in a love storm.
You've been crying since,
and I can't be your prince.
Maya May 2013
Crazy Daisy,
living life day by day.
Crazy Daisy,
throwing her life away.

Crazy Daisy,
falling down the stairs.
Crazy Daisy,
losing clumps of hair.

Crazy Daisy,
choking back tears.
Crazy Daisy,
hiding from the mirrors.

Crazy Daisy,
vomiting up her lunch.
Crazy Daisy,
taking a punch.

Crazy Daisy,
bruises down her spine.
Crazy Daisy,
losing her mind.

Crazy Daisy,
suicidal and strange.
Crazy Daisy,
acid's eating away her brain.

— The End —