we sit in the backseat
of his parked car
on the edge
of something close to a revelation
the night sky is hidden
something like a secret
and we are cloaked in darkness
but next to him i swear i can feel the stars
i tell him this feels like my favorite song
something i heard once and will never forget
he kisses me and my heart beats so fast
it slows down time
this is everything
and we both know it
he asks: why didn’t you tell me?
i open my eyes
and then
i’m awake
cold sweat
alone in my bed
he’s gone before i get to tell him:
i always thought you knew

Will you let me craft a piece of poem about you?
I promise you it won't be promises
Neither will it be of fancy words

I only want to capture you
I only want to hold you
I only want to write you

I only want to turn you
          into a poem
          into my sense
          into my world
          into infinity

That I can call and recall
That I can cite and recite
That I can read and feed
That I can show the world

You are a poem
          in my sense
          in my world
          in infinity
Of non-existent reality

favourite words
they either make us
or break us
i wonder when we
started turning them
into memories of people
who didn't remember us

when did we start
turning words into
a ticket for all -
one word traded
unevenly for our souls

when did the word "love"
begin to get
tangled up with you?
you call me "lovely,"
not knowing it's my
favourite word;
i wonder if i should tell you
and then i wonder how much
humans are capable
of wrecking.

favourite words
they either make me
or break me
i wonder when i
started turning them
into memories of someone
who actually loves me.

- crimsyy

a/n: thankyou so much for reading!
**Any thoughts on this poem?

my favourite flavour
has always been cherry
it’s just sweet and lovely

much like you
you’re funny
and bubbly

you make me smile
and laugh when im
feeling down

if i had to pick
a flower to give you
it’d be a rose

and not just because
it’s your middle name
but because it’s beautiful

and you my dear
are absolutely
breathtaking

but what does it mean
to be in love
with someone like you?

well, i’d say it starts
with inside jokes
and lots of laughter

or maybe spending time
together by watching
livestreams or videos

it quite possibly
could’ve started with
your kindness

you seem impossible
yet
here you are

you’re real
and you exist
and i’m incredibly happy

to call you
the one that
i love

The t-shirt
You sleep in
Is mine.

Close your eyes.
What do you see?
Darkness, maybe.
Or do you see colours?

Fluorescent , vibrant hues of wonders;
Dancing under your eyelids.
The sun, sending warm tangerine waves into you.
The moon, kissing you goodnight with rich inky indigos and blues.

Cover your ears.
What do you hear?
Silence, maybe.
Or do you hear voices?

Expired conversations that replay differently each time.
****** retro punk tunes you can't remember the names of.
You send yourself letters when no other sound can be heard.
Your address is never forgotten and nothing is left unsaid.
  
You don't need light to see.
You don't need noise to hear.
Just look and listen ,
and you will feel.