let two worlds collide
forge and build a star
burn in the eternal world of love
or sink into oblivion
we did it
we burned our star
now watching it sink
I hope you get sad and read my poetry about you.
and remember how much I admired every part of you
I noticed every detail about you
and I wrote about them all, every flaw and perfection
I hope you find trails of me in your room
like my yellow fingernail polish, I wore on NewYears
or my Tampons I left in case of emergencies
I hope you get sad ( but in a good way) when you hear my laugh in the hallways at school
I hope you cried removing me from your phone background and keep our photos in your camera roll forever
I hope you never forget how much I love you.
how much we meant to each other
you will always be on my mind.
please just come home to me one day.
i love you.
i miss you.
i need you.
please come back.
talk to me.
kiss me again.
im so sorry.
not in any specific order
In my haze,
I watched love walk away
never saying goodbye.
"Please come back",
I wanted to call out to it
but I couldn't find my voice
In my numbness,
I couldn't bring myself to go after it.
I just laid helpless,
as it left without looking back.
I didn't even deserve it anyway.
I want what you have, you want what I have
And the only thing we see in each others life
Are the good moments
The things, I think you like the most
But the opposite is true
We only see things we like ourselves the most
What we like about the other persons life the most
Are not the things they like the most
We should listen more
Just to know someone else
And not only think about ourselves
the boys are out to get you
they'll take away your flower
they want what's only yours
stay in your cocoon for now
for summer can only last so long
and soon it will be over
I know I am one of your first real girlfriends
I know I am a lot to handle.
and I can be drama, and overwhelming but I am worth it.
You are worth it.
We are worth it.
and sometimes I freak out, I yell and fight.
But I am human.
Love is like a Frida Kahlo painting
It doesn’t make sense
It’s a bit absurd
And leaves you wanting more
Older than ourselves
Yet with a spirit younger than anything else