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L Dec 2018
How many people have forgotten about you?

A brief face on the bus.

An old acquaintance from high school.

An older teacher or professor from school.


There are a thousand faces we see daily.

Maybe more.

Maybe less.


(Im no mathetition)

But.

A thousand or so faces.

And guess where they end up.

(Cause.
We remember them.)

They are stored in out brains indefinitely.


They show up in our dreams. Our minds use them as background characters.

Its hard to imagine brand new things.


Have you every tried inventing a new color???


Shites hard.
Haha

Thats life. Its hard.

And complicated.

And difficult.

And beautiful.


Like you.

Like me.

Like the cosmos.

Like the universe.
I love it all. I love you. All.
L Dec 2018
You cant. And you wont. Ever get over me.

You know that, right?? Because i know it. I feel it. So you must feel it to. Its like its always been. I am yours and you are mine. Whether we both know it or not. We've got a piece of eachother and im holding on till death do us part.

I dont care. In the best and worst of ways.

You may be bad for me right now.

But ill wait forever until you are good.
I will. And you are. And i am.

And i always. Forever. Will. Until.
L Dec 2018
A friend,
                                        a night.

Some food,
                                        a smoke.

Invitation --
                                        a couple drinks.

A couple more,
                                       making friends.

Pass the phone
                                       a couple times.

One mistake
                                       a promise & a crash.
The night it all went to ****.
L Nov 2018
I know i hurt you. I felt as though i had no other choice.

I must be heard.

I demand to be heard.

I have gone silent one too many times.

This time is now mine.
Time is up.
L Nov 2018
Here i am.

Begging, pleading. Forgive me for all it is that i have done.

I would say that i knew no better but i know for that would be false.

And my lips can no longer speak of fallacies.

I give myself unto you.

Do what you will with me.

I am yours.

Utterly

And

Truely.

Completely.
You complete me.
L Nov 2018
For all the empty promises, the crocodile tears, the anger, the emotions in general. For the tears, and the hurt, and the longing. For the good times along with the bad times. For the adventures and the laughter and the prancing and the frolicking.

For the beaches and the overlooks and the rollercoasters and and the drugs and the beer and the shenanigans. For the casinos and the hotel rooms, for the crazy people and the jokes we made about them. For all of it.

I love you
L Nov 2018
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