It was sweet
light
and fast.
However, the feeling will always last.
It sent bolts of lightening down my spine,
And sparks of electricity through my soul.
A gust of wind across my mind,
And a bond that seemed indestructible.
That feeling of perfection.
That feeling of protection
Making my head spin in all directions.
How could such complexity come from such a light touch?

It seemed so safe
So innocent
So lovely
However, it meant so much more.
For this light connection opened doors.
This little joke, a small playful score.
How did it turn to something so magical?

It was light as a feather
Soft as a cloud
Sweet as candy
And addictive like a drug
This small connection could only be a kiss
A true kiss;
That wakes a princess from her sleep,
Turns a toad into a prince.

A kiss that happens in dreams
In fairy tales
And fantasies
However, it was real.
It was my first real fairy tale kiss.

I'm not your light,
I'm not your sunshine.

I am art.
Imperfect, rash, sentimental.

You will see all of me at once,
I can't be your light, I consist of all the colors.

I won't always make you happy, but I will always make you feel.

I will love just a little too much,
I will expand your horizons,
I will challenge your spectrum,
I will push your boundaries,


Don't look at me for too long, I'll become abstract.

Stay further, I look best that way.

Our first date involved you shoving your tongue down my throat and i don’t know if it’s because you couldn’t get enough of me or you couldn't get rid of the taste of her.

We were once friends
But friends don’t devour each other’s hearts
And leave what’s left
In the sun
To burn.

I want to overflow with hatred
Spit it in your face;
Rip out your heart and place it
Dripping
Next to mine.

But I cave.
Isn’t it funny?
Even after all you’ve done,
I fear hating you the most.

Pierced
In my spine
By a thousand knives
I forgive you.

Ok.. so here's the deal.
I like this guy but, he has a girlfriend and when you say it like that some people call it a love triangle.
All three of us fighting.
But only two of us are getting what we want.
One guess.. not me.
I always try to tell him but never get the chance.
So until i do the only thing i can do is be apart of this love triangle.
And hope one day im the one who gets what i want.
But all i can end with is be in this horrible love triangle...

Every time he opened his mouth,
it was either to kiss or to lie.
Eventually, I got sick of both.

I hope you read this.
I hope when you hear these words,
your stomach becomes upset.
I hope that you spend time,
reading every poem I’ve sent.
I hope hearing this kills you.
none of the poems I’ve written, ones about falling in love, ones about being in love, and even falling out of love,
have never been about you.
frankly, because I never loved you.

t.h.