Aurora 4h
Each morning we awake with our heads buried into each others chests, as if they were bags of sand.
As if, everyone outside of this tiny room, would disappear.

Each morning he would tell me I am beautiful, so I stop wearing makeup and feeling the pressure to shave.
I don’t change out of my pajamas or shower for a week and he still tells me; ‘you are beautiful’.

He is all too familiar with my history to lie and I am all too familiar with the grey area of comfortability that I paint for myself.
And yet still I reply; “I love you too”
and he believes me without hesitation.  

This feeling is so familiar that I no longer can tell if it is a lie or the truth.
But I know that he believes me.
He looks down at me with big rounded eyes as he smiles, and I tell him;
“crows-feet do not look good on anyone so can you please soften up your face”.

No night is complete without my relentless nagging to watch a film
and afterwards, I still complain.
I complain when he ignores me while playing video games and I complain when he talks during Eastenders.

I have this compulsive urge inside of me to text him about every aspect of my life, while he is at work, from going for a walk to taking a bath.
He never replies.
But he congratulates me when I do the dishes even though he works 6 days a week while I sleep.

He makes loving me seem so easy. He makes me feel as though I am worthy of being loved.

We are both aware that I have molded him into being exactly what I need him to be-
Both protector and provider.
Both willing to take on the hefty weight of my sins without burdening me with his own.

When the guilt becomes too much he calls me both ‘baby bear’ and ‘princess’ while he rubs my back to help me sleep.

When he catches me searching for my old lovers name on facebook, he says nothing.
When he tells me he bumped into my old lover on the street, he detects my mood change and holds me closer.

I know that he is hurting inside too, but I allow him to comfort me everyday that it rains,
and in this little town, that’s more often than not.

I don’t know why I feel closer to abandonment and burnt out flames,
than I do to the shelter he built for me so I never had to go cold again.

Every restaurant we visit, every pub we drink at, I see every man who has ever sat in his place.
I can’t resist the temptation to tell him the story of when another man sat me at this very table.

I don’t know what to tell him when he asks me why everything I have ever needed is not enough.
I think the answer lies somewhere in my art.

You build our future, while I build my career.
A career of box wrapped trauma converted into a museum spectacle.
You piece me together until I am complete, left feeling so content and so- uninspired.

The distinction between falling in love with creating art and falling in love with the pain that brought me here is not clear.

I can not deny the underlying humour when I cry to a ghost of a man, asking what parts of me he is not able to love.

I dug a hole so deep into your chest, so I could bury my head and forget all the heartbreak that came before you.
And you forced yourself so deeply into my heart that you are willing to ignore all the warning signs and for that I thank you.
First poem I have ever written so I hope no one is too harsh.
I went with a free verse style because I wanted it to feel natural.
Days were short, but nights were long
While I was with you, I drew my dreams in crayon
Messy sketches, missing puzzle pieces
But adding you, it felt like it was coming along

It didn’t matter if the sun was asleep
We danced in the dark like we could still see

Sweaters on cold nights and warm talks that seemed to last forever
Undercovered from the after-rain at coffee shops
Walks that were in summery weather
Always waiting by the max station by the Moda Center
Our destination didn't matter, we were on an adventure

The night was young and so was our love
Memories were long, but moments were short
I feel childish to hold on
This is why my dreams are still in crayon.

1 Corithians 13:7-8
Duchess 1d
Your
whispers
in the
night
make
the
micro hairs
stand
from
the nape

I sense
the
humid air
circulating
from
your lips
to my
ear

ooh,
I’m
provoked
cause
you’re
so intense
the ring of your name
echoes into my heart
and reminds me of the irony
that when I think of your name
all I picture
is a ring
Is it possible
to not love
someone so
smart,
talented,
perfect
and handsome
with the
most
radiant
smile?

I think not.
From my instagram
www.instagram.com/SkullsNB0nes
Lara P 7d
To love you is to love both
The storm and the sun
And the walk and the run

To love you is to love both
The heat and the cold
And the silver and the gold

To love you is to live in here
And to live in now
Like there is nowhere else to be

To love you is to laugh till I cry
And to cry till I laugh
And to always fly so high

To love you is to understand
And be confused
And know and be clueless all at the same time

Loving you is full of contradictions
Because you are one
A beautiful, uncrackable riddle

But my dearest, to love you
Is to love life
Itself
You make me the happiest I've ever been
Laura Aug 12
Ever since we met
I haven't gone a day
Without loving you
I haven't known a day
Without your name
Written all over my fucking heart
It didn't take me long at all
To figure out that
You're kind of the one
The one I want to be with
You let me paint your nails
You think it's cute when I chow down on a burger
You tell me you love me when you're deep inside of me
You do face masks with me
You say my snort is adorable
And it all feels different
When I tell you I love you
It all feels true
For once in my life
Compared to all those times
In the back of my impala
When I said it just to get them to cum
So I could go home already
No this time it means something
And I've meant it since day one
When I said it in the laundry room
You looked back and smiled
While I blushed up a storm
The hurricane hit me hard
And changed my life forever
Laura Aug 11
The candle smells like pink hibiscus
And the flame bounces a bit
As the fan waves past
I play with his chest hair
Nuzzle into his side
"Will you leave me if I have cancer?"
I ask
"No"
He says
"I like to think I'm not that much of a cuck."
He says
He strokes my side
Kisses my forehead
The bright white light from the TV shines off my pasty back
"Guess what?"
He says
"I love you.
Even if you have cancer,
Even if you don't have cancer,
I love you."
My exposed chest shakes
As I forget how to breathe
He runs his fingers over my breasts
My possibly cancerous breasts
My soon to be nonexistent breasts
My figure defining breasts
That I love so much
That I'm petrified to even think about losing
He holds them
He holds me
A tear falls down my face
But he wipes it away before it can get anywhere
Before it can fall
On my possibly cancerous chest
Luiz Aug 10
Song of desperation
wrathing rivers flow

somewhere by a bay
like where once we'd lay
under moonlit rays

sometime after the stars
have lost their way
in this lonely world
and empty highway
I race towards the
orange skyways

my home is where your heart is
yet desperation always
blinds me to dismay
lost and astray
"all my love to you!"
-signed
Castaway

song of joy
happy rivers flow
one, two, three and beau
watch your baby grow

someplace where
the sun and land
together plough
rows upon rows of rainbows
and seed gorgeous tomorrows
those harvests you've sown
with my sorrows

sometime after dusk has
crowned the night aglow
In a fairytale world
surrounded by love and gold

you race to him
on the city streets
in this desert cold
and I fold

home is where his heart is
and your happiness flows
thru my death throes
to him your
sweet surrender goes...



Luiz (racing) Syphre
© 2018
M&M Edition
Remenisce sad love couple
I never really learnt how to act around you.
That was because there was no acting involved.

Our connection was natural;
With you I was comfortable.

You saw beauty where no one else did,
And that's why I think of you -
When my eyes are closed and I silently pray;
For a dreamless sleep.

I think of you when it's wrong,
I think of you when I shouldn't.
Been awhile guys❤. Thank you for reading.
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