Do you remember that time when we stayed over after that party? We slept in the back room, on an air mattress for two, and at 6.30 it was already so light that we were woken up by the heat coming from outside, because of the bright sun coming through the window. We were naked and just had a little blanket to cover our heated bodies. I kissed you on your chest and your cheeks and your face and we just lay there, touching, and feeling and I couldn’t help but to caress my fingers across the softness of your skin. We had such a long time before the world would wake up, I just enjoyed smelling you and looking at you, and being with you, so close for just those few hours, when you didn’t build up any walls and where it was just you and me and our souls carried by these bodies that fitted so well together. We’d have *** half awake and then I’d lay on your chest, making sure your heart was beating this steady pace, while you fell asleep again. And my heart was so so full.

It felt complete, and full and my being sighed once or twice because it could finally breathe and taste the soft moist air that was love.
I’d glance over to you from time to time, trying to wake you up with my kisses and wanting more, always more of you. I remember my heartbeat, the smile that was plastered on my face and the immense joy that seared through from my crooked toes up to the broken ends of my hair.

It was real, and it was utterly absolute.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

I know why I could only choke out “thank you”, instead of letting the “I love you”s that seethed in the pit of my stomach overflow through my useless mouth.

I know why I bit my tongue before I could allow my quivering lips to part and sing an aria of "forever"s dedicated to you. I would chew my cheeks to shreds until the taste of blood I yearned for coated the walls of my mouth. I savored the crimson slush, eagerly waiting for you to acknowledge me, your pet.

And when we finally kissed, you could taste the copper tinge on my tongue and the juice that lined my insides. It was a reminder that you’re holding something living. That I’m alive. That other human beings have feelings, and that this insignificant body, clinging to you like a newborn, was bursting with feelings for you.

I don’t know if I should be mad at you for leaving, or at myself for thinking that it would end any other way.

I don’t know how to tango, but I let you guide me with your two left feet for over two years. Now I’m stuck dancing the waltz of forgetting with your ghost. Our casual sways leave space for your name to linger, and every time his phantom hands twirl me around, your scent envelops me.

And I don’t know how I’m still in love with you when you’re in love with her.
I can’t turn that into poetry.
I don’t know how to make it beautiful.

Tragedy rips through you like fire
And ***** all the oxygen from the room.
Lungs wheeze.
Cling to the earth, crawl forward.
There is no escape from the flames.

Sorrow consumes you,
Leaving charred remains.
Blackened and fragile.
The slightest touch,
Crumbles to ash.

Hope hangs in the air around you.
A breeze that scatters ash
To the ether.
Air that inflates.
Oxygen that rejuvenates.
It's the first breath
After being trapped in a fire.

Creepy is a compliment to me
I admit I like to bleed
I just cannot help my crush
Oh the way it makes me rush
The way it flows
The way it grows
The saying "make blood boil"
Causes me such turmoil
Do I prefer it cold
Though that's pretty bold
Or maybe, should I heat it up
Before I go and eat it up
Baby what's your recipe
Share your secrets with me

at the pit of my stomach
deep down
those words
filled with some sort
of betrayal
speculation
stabbed right
there
and I felt
really
really
really bad
and guilty
for everything
I probably shouldn't have done.
Yet the past cannot be erased
Neither can I burn all the memories away
Desperate
to crush them into *****
and throw them right into the fire
burn
burn
burn
let it burn
but my memories are no paper *****.
and they come back
every
now and then
from the back
to the front
a subtle reminder
**you probably shouldn't have done that.

with warmth in my heart
   and blood in my veins
sometimes it feels my emotions
   are feigned
as i lay hopeful and
   awake in my bed
visions of you are what
   float through my head
the smile on your face
   the depth in your eyes
your laughter resonates
   as we gaze at the skies
together we lay
   in a field of tall grass
every ounce of me wishes
   and hopes this will last
with each breath i breathe
   my love for you grows
and with time, im hoping
   it gradually shows
the ice in my veins has
   melted it seems
the warmth from my heart
   makes it so hot it steams
my emotions aren't feigned
   to you i am true
i really hope one day we
   will say "i do"

You're such a *******.
She just wants to lure you in.
She wants you to fall for her tricks.
She wants to make you fall.
She wants you to fall so hard that you will break upon impact.
She wants to break you bit by bit.
All those arguments that you start,  those are really her.
When she says she loves you it's just a lie.
She can't love.
She is cold blooded.
She doesn't know what love is.
Run away while you can old friend.
I've seen her build and destroy guys like you.
The outcome is not pretty.

When you see her grab her arms.
Turn them over and see the blood she shed silently.
The lies will come out from there.
She never cared for you.
She never will.

Lol. "Babe?" Yea lets see how long that will last.