I guess you could say that I get jealous easily.

I'm the type of guy that will break out in a sweat when my girlfriend talks about something she hated about her ex.

My hands shake at the thought that she probably said those three exclusive words to another guy, and maybe even meant it.

I'm sorry to the ex that I punch in the nose because you say, "Hi", to her in the halls.
But in truth, I'm not.

I feel rage bubbling in my stomach like magma when I hear his goddamn name, that I can only guess you've tried on in the past.

My knuckles bloody themselves when a Facebook memory with his face shows up.
Smirking at me like he knows how much it makes me want to grab his throat and squeeze till my fingers break.

But once I'm inevitably left all alone, then I'm the ex-boyfriend I want to slaughter with all the black contempt that sticks in my throat like blood.

So I guess you could say I easily get jealous.

~S.C. Kelley
To those who occasionally hate
sunflowers turn their heads
away from their father:
both to sulk in shame, and to cast their swollen faces
upon the one who transcends them

a vision of yellow
with flowers on her feet
in the rising heat,
hair reflecting a halo.

i feel like writing poetry, i tell you.
i am inspired by your
essence, your presence
and the sunflowers watching from afar

a sparkle bringing even more light
to your face, tells of a mirrored love
and the waves wash over me
more content than contentedness itself.
For Ellie
i will not like you
i promise i won’t
with shaking hands
i’ll confess that i don’t

i may like your eyes
and i may like your talk
i really like your voice
and how you use it to mock

you sing even though you can’t
and you’re funny even when you’re not
you’re quiet and reserved
at least that’s what i thought

i do not like you
even though i could
i’m just a little broken
but i know that i would

we’re a lot alike
which is good for a friendship
that’s all i can think about
we’re not ready for a relationship

the more i write though i realize
that maybe i like you a little
you’re easy to talk to and
it doesn’t feel like a riddle

okay so maybe it’s a lot
but that doesn’t matter
you’d be a great companion
but you should really be the latter

i do like you
it’s unfortunately so
but it’s not meant to be
i wish it were though
i’ve got a crush
I can still hear your loud sleeping noise through the door,
if I was being abrupt
I'd say it's a snore.
But it isn't that obtrusive to me,
it's part of your calling card
as far as I can see;
a breathless wonder
found easy
in the dark,
always hooting every gurgle;
my love,
my brightest spark.
Kellin 4d
i wanted her.
in every fucking way that i could have her.

i wanted to own her just as much as i wanted to belong to her.
Nothing else compared to the way i felt when i was with her.

Nothing even came close.

She made me feel more than alive,
more than just breathing.

She helped me remember what happiness was,
and when i smiled with her it was real.

Every single emotion i never thought i would feel again.
Bad and good.

Rachel Aug 5
So much time used up
On something I thought
Would be lifelong
That was murdered by the creation.

So much time used up
Filling my voids
Bandaging my wounds
And avoiding my heart.

So much time used up
Having sleepless dreams
Eating anxiety soup
and trying to break my mind.

So much time used up
Washing my face in tears
Putting on the makeup
That masked my dead face.

So much time just,
Used up.

Then you.

So much time used up
Listening to that voice
Soothing as the breeze
Scary as the ocean.

So much time used up
Letting our souls out
Talking about anxiety meals
And holes barely stitched together.

So much time used up
Learning all about your heart holes
Stitched with gut wretches
As she made every hole.

So much time used up
Grabbing your hands
And showing you how to sew
And we sewed each other up

So much time used up
After we realized we shared
The same string to sew our hearts
and now they connect forever.

So much time used up
Listening to our heart string tunes
Play a new song
Of soul love

So much time used up
Laying head on stomach
And afternoon laughs
Sprinkled with our breaths

So much time used up
On dreams of you
Anxiety soup isn’t
Served here anymore.

So much time used up
On never having enough
Time with you,
My love.
Nade V Aug 4
I write for myself.
I only need one's approval.
But more would help.

I write for you.
I only need one's approval.
Yours is all I need.

I write for who?
I only need ones approval?
I've decided I only need yours.
Arcassin B Jul 31
By Arcassin Burnham

Sitting here thinking about what could've been,
drowning in my sorrows , couldn't have done this in front of kin,
Depressed young man pacing back and forth wondering when his soulmate will arrive so be his best self again,
Until you showed on my Snapchat , I couldn't think about that,
I wanted someone a little closer in fact,
were we got off on the wrong foot,
But then you were vulnerable to me so I took a look,
And you were beautiful just like all the stars in the sky,
Wonder where you came from and do you have you a guy,
I couldn't stop , I wanted more,
I fell in love , I wanted you,
I wanted us , I wanted we,
But you swept me off my feet,
the first time I heard you speak.

PoserPersona Jul 27
Your hair stills heart's rhythmic meter
  For this I wish forever
Strands spun with goddess gossamer;
  softer than touch of mother

Your eyes dazzle with no glitter
  For this I stare o're yonder
Locking jewels with coins of others;
  Leaves throbbing chests emptier

Your form flows as gentle rivers
  For this I grudge past swimmers
Glory bequeathed to the winner;
  drown will the losing suitors

Your voice humbles angel choirs
  For this I listen eager
Songs molding seraphs from satyrs;
  in harmony with nature

Your being stirs wildfire
  For this I bear the pleasure
Ethereal flames dance together;
  fueled by spiritual tethers

You are my love light of summer
  For this I waded winter
Glowing 'bove, spring was made greener;
  blooming nascent desire
Liyah Bella Jul 26
though my body was your for the night
my heart never belonged to you
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