You make me feel good in more ways than one. And as much lust, trust, comfort, joy, fun, comedy, connections, anger, and so much more that we share with one another- we will never ever come close to love.
on a night where we're not quite in our right minds we say all sorts of different things, and who knows how much of it either of us really means? but regardless of genuinity, we said what we wanted to and in the end, it was for the benefit of who? then when it came to me, you didn't even say you had to go. you were up & done; ~freshly satisfied and ghosting like a pro
There is zero emotion in your eyes But the way we cuddle, makes my heart warm. But When I think of loving you - my heart ceases to beat, I realise I am only here because I'm scared to be alone, scared to love. And so are you.
again it has happened, that radio silence, that perfect broken brilliance; so familiar, so threatening, that hum of anxious breaths and tongues and chests, my glass has shattered again and the blood has filled the floor and i step towards you too eager to kiss the wounds on your feet and ankles and pray to god you kiss me back and you do; there is a nineteen-year-old inside whose heart begins to burst but there is a grown woman out here pretending to be into this tragedy this destruction of naivety this stranger who continues to call himself my friend; maybe one day he'll mean it
the definition of insanity is doing things over and over and expecting a different result
i don't know if i want to kiss your lips or just your skin I just know i'm falling but I’m afraid I’ll hit the ground hard. And I don't want to. Can your arms hold the weight of my love? Or do they just want to hold my naked body? Are you sure it's the best idea to just see where things go? You make me think love isn’t a real thing sometimes it seems beautiful fictional toxic deadly… You still kiss me like i'm what you want but i know it's just a game to you Please don't be surprised if one day i refuse to participate. you're patronizing inconsiderate cold debilitating
but somehow you still find the words and continue dragging me along.
i'm not sure if you're really toxic…. or it's just all in my head. because i love you I think I love you? Or maybe, i only love you when you're in my bed. I still haven’t decided
I don't want to be the cigarette in your coat pocket Just so you can take me out and use me And after the high put me out and end my light -sprawled naked across my bed-just to say "I wish we didn't do that..."
Filling me with such regret
We treat each other like an ashtray, dumping our problems onto one another making an ugly mess staining the sheets... Thank you Clever your poetry is always inspiring and I owe this work to you (just to clarify this isn't about me and clever lol the way I wrote it was based upon her voice)