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I have no idea what you're to me
Or what will happen in the future
All I know is
How much you mean to me
In a matter of three months
One in which you were gone
You’ve been a constant in my life
A continued factor of my life
Why does it feel like I have known you my whole life?
It’s odd feeling this way
For someone who is just a friend
But not really
Friends don't kiss
Friends don’t **** for days with no end
We’re not friends
I have no idea what you’re to me
And I’m okay with that
Some say I am just wasting my time but
I don't feel like I am
I’ve always been told to build a friendship first
Which I guess is good advice
I have never been friends with someone before we got together

I guess there is a first for everything
I guess this isn’t really a poem
Just me saying how I feel about you
I feel like what we have for the time being is enough
We don't have to date next month
or next year
Or the year after
Because I trust you
I feel like you won’t ever hurt me
Not intentionally
I do want to date you, but I would never place pressure on you
I wouldn't want to start a relationship where pressure and forcing are the basis  
I want you to want to date me
I don't care how it is
Or what we are
Or where we are
I want you
It’s as simple as that
Weeb
i want you not sexually but emotionally
Please don't let me become a dalliance
Don't treat me like a defenestration  
Don’t be so reticent  
Don't be so hesitant with me
Just because I’m moonstruck
Don't throw me away
Because the light that reflects off of me is too bright


(in other words, don’t let me be something temporary, extraterrestrials are supposed to be immortal)
dalliance- a casual romantic or ****** relationship. defenestration - the action of throwing someone or something out. reticent - not revealing one's thoughts or feelings readily.
I feel like
We could invent telepathy
Just by breathing each other's air late at night
A twin but not
A clone but better
We both like to read
We both love the perks of being a wallflower
I want to give you the sun
You want to give me the moon
I really like space (as in galaxies)
And you want to explore it
Both of us watch anime
We both like breakfast for dinner
And maybe lunch too
Same shows we watch
We could invent telepathy
Isn’t that what this is
You to me are an anxiolytic  
A calm
Yin and a yang
Dark and light
Black and white
Two people who coincidentally met
We could invent telepathy.
anxiolytic- someone who reduces ones anxiety.
“Don't fall in love with the first Korean lady you meet.”

“See you later.” I whisper as I drive away from the sun.
kilig (Filipino) - romantic excitement. this is the last thing i said to you before you left to korea for a month
I might cry in front of you
You were leaning on your car seat of your
Standard blue jeep wrangler
I could carve you of rock
If I knew how to carve
Your eyes are deep like black holes ******* in light and time
I didn't want it to end
You make me feel like I was on fire
Burgundy on my face
Ash on my forehead
I had never met someone who has a sun for a soul
It envelopes everything in its path
Slowly taking over the much smaller star I call a soul
It wasn't catastrophic
Nor tragic
The way it was so easy to be overwhelmed by your smile
How I'd be cold when you were gone
But on fire when you were near
You should come with a warning
Like cutting onion
anything you do could move me to tears
This is a warning I could cry in front of you
A sun for a soul

A diamond for a smile
Beautiful
inspired by the song Death Cup by Mom Jeans theres a hidden message in this one but im just going to tell you originally this was about how im gonna cry when this thing between us is over and im going to be really hurt
My
Heart
Aches
For
You.
simple but effective and wouldnt be surprised if a poem like this exists
When I think about you
My mind turns to white noise
The butterflies in my stomach
Multiply
The thump of my heart is so strong
I feel like my heart's a prisoner in a cage waiting to break out
I'll hit my head to get it working again
Breathe in to release the butterflies
Command the beat of my heart to slow down
The art of control
To not spread my legs at the sound of your voice
Waiting for you to paint the canvas
To not turn brain dead
When you press your lips into me
To not jump around like I’m on crack
When we make plans to meet
To not have a heart attack
Every time you tell me you miss me
Like I miss you
It’s an art
To teach my body not to give out when you are around me
To not leak of honey
Crave you in sinful ways

To not turn to fuzz
When I hear your voice
To not explode
when I feel your kiss
based off a poem by Rupi Kaur the canvas one
I am tired
I come home from a long day at work
With the ******* of coworkers
And hordes of families letting
Pesky ******* children jump around
Putting hands in the toppings
Touching the glass cases
Throwing tantrum
After tantrum
After ******* tantrum
Rude *** ladies who act like it’s my fault the machine broke
Want to be rude to the nice woman who has 4 kids and wanted to sit in
One of the two booths
Yet, she had to move her *** with 1 kid to take their spot
Spend 3 hours cleaning up after people who left the store looking like a junkyard
Not getting enough money for the **** I go through
I am ******* tired
My feet hurt from the continuous throbbing of running around like a chicken who just had its head cut off
My knees are sore from the never-ending squatting of refilling spoon trays

Head is vibrating from the bass of the secret festival I did not expect
I want nothing more but to sleep for hours on end
To spend the day in my bed
No bra
No pants
Wrapped tightly in a blanket and watching Scott pilgrim vs. the world for the hundredth time
Nothing more but to walk into my room
And fall on the bed and get lulled to sleep
I’ve had a terrible long day
Matter of fact a long *** week
Soon to be a long *** month
But I will still endure a full 8-hour shift
Hearing screaming children
Cleaning after rude, lazy, incompetent mothers who don't watch their sons

Come home hook my phone to a charger and talk to you until you no longer have internet
Or you fall asleep
I will have a painstakingly long day
Where all I want is the comfort of my blue quilted blanket
And my 6 fluffy pillows
But would rather stay up and text you
Hear about your day
Tell you about mine
Push off the nagging feeling of droopy eyes
Just to call you weeb
Just to tell you how much I miss you
And even if it is 5 minutes
Or 2
I will stay up and wait for your message
I am tired
But will never be tired of talking to you
actual time stamp also was lowkey a rant
Thighs
That crater in thin air
Cheeks
That are bigger than the sun
Eyes
Like almonds that turn to crescents when I smile
A smile
That is dorky and nerdy
Something to be ashamed of
Lips
Too thin like pizza dough that has a hole ripped through it
Height
Can't reach the top shelf where my parents keep the sugar  
There are so many girls
Who are prettier
Skinnier
With thighs that don't smother you when I get on top of you
Or cheeks that don't totally eclipse their eyes
Smiles that are straight and white
Too busy being beautiful to even think about being dorky
I don't know why I feel this way  
But suddenly
Since you, I don’t
its strange
What is it I see
When I am looking at you
The stars, planets, and moon
we both like space as in the planets and what not
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