with bae we made a village
on some online game
it was large and prosperous
but it was kinda lame

so we named the town
the town by the bay
he asked me for a name
I didn't know what to say

so I shouted "SHENIQUA"
he looked at me and laughed
he named it Sheniqua
then he left to take a bath

so a few weeks later
when I asked about the game
he said Sheniqua had died
so I guess it was lame

and my thoughts remind me..
You couldn't not give up on something that gave up on itself.

at 11:11
like we usually do
we made a wish
but he has the flu
so we txted our wishes
I made a nice wish
but when I read his
he had said "ish"

bae cannot type
properly
he types worse than he plays
monopoly

bae still is sick
so my wish didnt work
I guess I can't be mad
that he feels like elephant ****

bae is sick
his name isn't ****
this sounds like a rap
but it isn't a map
he pronounces stuff strangely
he can say "aluminum" barely
he has the flu I think
he needs to see dr dake
we have shows to go to
but he still has the flu
so I'm lonely as heck
for bae who isn't named beck

i want to ask about
the letters i wrote to you
do you still keep them?
read them from time to time?

i asked you last July
you said you still had them
kept them through your
last girlfriend
because you promised me
that you would not just throw
them away

but im stuck wondering
how long did that promise last?
how long was it until nothing
we said mattered anymore?

Milk chocolate hair with an endless forest in her eyes;
The things that make her beautiful,
Chapped lips & an imperfect crooked-toothed smile,
The things that make her human,
Tear-stained cheeks beneath the dark circles under her eyes,
The things that make her real,
Warm days with blue skies and flying across the world,
The things she dreams about,
Remembering who she is and not knowing where she's going,
The things that make her anxious,
Dark brown eyes & little, soft brown curls,
The thing that makes her happy,
5'11 with a killer gorgeous smile,
The boy who loves all of her.

Clouded thoughts of you incript my mind
and my hands grasp my chest as I seem to have lost the ability to breathe somewhere along the winding road where on every corner you sold me lies. I thought the innocence you portrayed was liable to your soul but I was hypnotized by the way your eyes wandered my body and the color in them stole the vividity of my creative mind so now as I sit and try to combine words that will never fully portray the sense of wonder you left me with every time you failed to reply to my missed calls and texts I question whether you genuinely loved me or loved the idea of my body against yours in the moonlight.