#likesforlikes poems on Hello Poetry

Jazmine Moore Jun 2014

Instead of waking up reaching for you in the morning, I pray there's a morning that you'll actually be there...& there's a sky full of stars that I could gaze at, but it'd be pointless without your love. I could only dream of a day where my desperation for you won't be overpowering because my thirst will be quenched...& your sweet kiss will cure this sugar rush, and your tongue made of knives will no longer cut me but those are all dreams, and when I wake up I'm left to lay in a plethora of sheets dripping with reality. My reality is the withdrawals I have from your hands exploring my body. My reality is the ocean flowing from me that will only float your boat. My reality is that I can move on and find other love, but none quite meet my reflection like you. My reality is that I reach you through these poems that you don't even deserve to read. My reality is that you are terribly flawed in so many peoples eyes, but to me, you're an angel. My reality is that we went to war and my body was torn to pieces and you came out unscarred. My reality is that through all of this, I still love you. There was a time where my soul belonged to you, and now I spend my days chasing your memory and the poisonous butterflies rampaging my stomach have reached a level of immunity. To this, I have learned that home is not merely a place, but rather a person. My home lies in you, and lies that fill our bedroom are starting to become our truths. For, I have found the key to your heart and you have changed the locks; my darling I tasted your skin to know what it was like to breathe in pure ecstasy and that's when I want to hate you. I want to hate you because the pit of my stomach will always have this uneasiness whereas you can go on undamaged. I want to hate you because my life did a 180 and you're still on a straight path and just when I feel myself close enough to hate, a wind comes rushing in to remind me that all of the stars in the universe couldn't compare to you, and every single tear fallen cannot compete with the day you whispered the words I love you and not even the months spent mourning over you can replace the heart that beats for you. My love, the rainbow always comes after the rain, and I'm afraid that you are my rainbow.

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Jazmine Moore May 2014

Mine

Your wicked love seems to be the only thing that revives me everytime.
I run away countless times just to wake up in your arms
& your kisses are the poison that continues to run through my bloodstream and
One day, I'll wake up to you and you'll be mine forever
& when sun rises on that morning,
I'll cry a sea of tears that have been trapped inside of me all of these years
And we will make love like fire and there won't be any amount of rain to put us out
We'll travel to Asia and to outer space and we will stay up all night and listen to the ocean..
And frankly, I wouldn't have it any other way because, baby, you're my drunk call at 4am, you're my 143..
You're mine.

Jazmine Moore Apr 2014

The end.

I lost my mind when you died
I don't remember the exact time you left,
but I remember how it felt..
and I promised myself I wouldn't speak of you again,
But today i found myself at your funeral.
Consumed with sorrow, I looked into your eyes'
and it was then I knew you were truly gone.
So lifeless and empty,
I was overpowered with grief,
You need a heart to survive;
and without you I lost half of my heart.
So, consider me half dead.
"For I will love you until we become dust, and I will continue until our dust becomes dust."
I don't know much about physics,
but I can assure you I am physically broken,
and if you looked into my eyes, you wouldn't see anything.
No hope.
Nothing.
All I want to do is feel again.
I am numb, and I can't take away the numbness.
I keep reaching for you and as soon as I get close enough to touch you,
You're gone again.
My last wish was to wake up, reach for you, and you be there laying next to me.
Holding me.
Kissing me.
Loving me.
For eternity.
Because I am eternally in love with you.
But you're dead..
and I'm not sure I can live with that.

I wrote this poem about the one boy who will forever hold my heart. He is not literally dead, but his soul is gone. I don't know if I will ever hold him again, i pray that I do though.

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