if you are the first boy to love me* say, i am sorry you didn’t have anyone there when you were young. that the words you always needed to hear were so long in coming. i don’t believe no one wanted to hold you in their arms before, i bet they loved you but couldn’t show it. like you made their breath catch so they left your hands shaking, afraid to love the girl whose emotions ran deep like a well, whose heart was wide and open, who would come to know them better than themselves; afraid to let you in.

You were a girl they weren’t ready for but I, I will not be the same kind of foolish. I’ve been wanting to give you roses for the day you turned sixteen, but I can’t. Maybe in another life if I will be so blessed, younger we will meet again. For now instead I will plant you a whole garden. Am I a godsend? Was I what He intended for you? I have no idea but, you have been alone for so long it’s all your heart remembers. I know you are used to it, but I want to love you, and I will, for as long as you will let me. More than ‘i love you’, you are my life now, and i will plant new flowers every day, and we will water them together.

When I wake up in the morning your up when I go to bed at night your still up when I am sick you take care of me.
When I am upset your there when I am to the point where I wanna **** someone your still there when I lay there wondering how you feel you don't answer.
When I come to figure out that your in pain and upset I'm there for you well sometimes but that's what moms are for and that is what daughters are for as well. We love you mom... We all love you for you.
        Love always, Desiree, Austin, Mason,Timothy

In a world where he accepts me as his prodigy
Instead of his lover,
I live in a chasm of ignorance.
I look up to him as anything;
My hero,
My love,
My place of enchantment,
Though he looks upon himself
As nothing but a loser
And a failure.
In a life of looking up,
I've seen quite large men and women
Shrink when challenged
But I have yet to see him falter.

"Love is the easy part,
it's everything else that's hard."

Loving someone who doesn't love themself
is a constant reminder
that bliss and pain are one and the same.

I may be short
but he likes short girls

I have dirt coloured eyes
but he likes that too

my hair is a curly mess
he thinks it's pretty

I'm not his Julia
but bae likes me anyway

I have no life
neither does bae
so I spend mine
with him day after day

I think poems
are a very lame way
to say something like this
but not for bae

I call him a loser
but he doesn't care
like how he doesn't
buy me stuffed bears

we're no white couple
not in any way
but I like him cuz he
doesn't think I'm lame

I don't think I'm nice
I get bored a lot
I got mad at bae twice
and ignored him a lot

I seem very rude
annoying and insulting
I insult myself too
and apologize too much

but my thoughts
aren't important to me
only one person's
could ever be

even though I think
I'm not so great
one person thinks I am
and that would be bae

My textbooks, propped between our knees,
I study how this became
our hot dates and the way I get to lean
on your chest makes me tingly,
shallow-breathed,
but I shift around
so you don’t feel my heart bumping in
between the stillness
of our bodies.

—stillness—

We lay in the same bed and actually sleep;
no squeezing fingers and searching
mouths, but at least our clothes stay on
and I don’t have to search for my nightgown
shoved under wrinkled
sheets, or worry
about ****** wrappers
stuck to my skin.

Finished with our club meetings
and fundraisers, we act like weekend
warriors, clinking bottles in half-lit
rooms, sliding around, laughing
in each other’s faces
and once we’ve smoked our stress
away, I place your hand
under the ruffles of my skirt and kiss
your neck, whispering
                                 I want you
Please touch me
                  I need you
but you put your lips
to my forehead, mumbling
that you’re tired and won’t keep it up
because you’re strung out
on Red Bull and Adderall, promising
we will tomorrow night.