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Ray Oct 16
the words "i love you" rolled off my tongue
we had only been together for 2 months when i said it
he was shocked and so was i

as the months had passed we got closer and closer
we said "i love you" so many times and still do
but instead of him or i saying "i love you too"
we just say "i love you"

the word "too" means in addition or also
i don't love him in addition to him loving me
he doesn't love me in addition to me loving him

we love each other for who we are
not because of our bodies or money
not because he's attractive or he thinks i'm attractive too
we love each other for who we are

we are teen lovers
we want to get married to each other
have our own children together
grow old together
die together

that is our love.
i love him more than anything
Jay Jan 2020
Our love is Red,
With passion,
Like a flame,
Lapping at my heart.
Our love is Orange,
With spontaneity,
Like citrus,
Explosive and sweet.
Our love is Yellow,
With Joy,
Like the sun,
Forever burning.
Our love is Green,
With life,
Like a plant,
Always growing.
Our love is Blue,
With calm,
Like the ocean,
Coming in waves.
Our love is Violet,
With luxury,
Like royalty,
Forever comfortable.
Our love is a Rainbow,
With beauty,
Like a promise,
Never-ending.
keonah Nov 2019
Our fruitful energy

I dream of a fruitful kind of love with you,
where we crave for each others sweet sappy bodies.

Where you bite my lip as if it were the freshest of strawberries your mouth has ever tasted,
where you **** on my ******* the same way you eat a ripe tender plum in the summer, and then watching me melt into my own nectarous juices.

A fruitful kind of love where you love the way my tongue dances on your neck all the way down to your torso, like you are a peach whose succulent flavour is dripping and I have to try with all my attentive mite to not waste a single drop.

Where in the end, we are left with sugary mouths and exhausted bodies but still having enough fruitful energy for another round.
Kewayne Wadley Jun 2019
Our love is best played loud.
Loud in love.
The louder the better.
The rest of the world turned down low.
So in love with the sound we make.
Our love blurted out loud.
The speakers amplify our love
A language spoke in tongues.
Both of us undressed in the sound.
Loud in love.
Don't turn us down
Let's turn our love up loud.
Let's let the neighbors call the police
s Willow Feb 2019
In summer our love is innocent.
Roses floating in the breeze.
Love is dilligent.
Our love is a tease.

The skies are blue, our love isn’t hopeless.
Two people waiting in the sun.
Love, it’s hard to focuse.
Our love never begun.

When spring flowers bloom, our love is bold.
Autumn leaves fall under a brass sunset.
Love is cold.
Our love is a threat.

From death ‘till rebirth our love will continue to delight.
From season to season I love you always.
Love continues to fight.
Our love sets my spirit ablaze.
jh Feb 2018
I pour it into the cup
And take a long sip
the mix of regret and hope fill into my stomach as I drink the last bit down to the bottom,
I eagerly shake the cup and act like if I shake it any longer and harder, it will shake the feeling of my love back into nothing.
Nothing is what I wish I would feel when I hold the cup with every inch of my soul and the strength of my tiny weak hand,
I cannot stand why you left me with the inches of fear getting to me,
I walk down the path of regret and I drink from the fountain of shame as I stand before the thing I’ve always hated the most about you,
your love.
It was the same love that made me believe that nothing turned into something so beautiful,
even the heavens are jealous of how much it shines,
the thing is our love for each other shines brighter than any hope in the sky.
After awhile the hope left and so did you
and I’m not surprised if you don’t show up ever again,
You see I’m still trying to shake the thought of you coming back like I’m shaking the cup,
Harder
and harder
I shake and shake and cry until I cannot feel anything anymore,
I grab the bottle of memories but accidentally spill the regret,
the same regret I wear on my sleeve whenever your around.
It’s not like this is the first time though, drinking the remembrance of our love until I throw up, no sweetheart, it’s only the beginning.
- I still miss you highkeyy
HRTsOnFyR May 2015
I know you said to try and not make any more points... But I can't just sit idly by while excellent points are ignored and disregarded in favor of illusions.

You can either choose to embrace and admire my intellect... Or you can attempt to belittle and censor it. The way my mind works is a little different than most, and that shouldn't be a threat to you. It should be an asset.

I'm sure I can be frustrating to deal with because I have yet to tame my ego and temper entirely, but those flaws have been brought to my attention.

I'm only 28, so I am fairly confident that there's still hope for a full recovery. It took you until you were 40 to make any real corrections in your behavior.

I was there with you from 29 until the present time... So I would find it a bit ironic if you expected perfection from me at 28.

Especially when I feel like I'm leaps and bounds ahead of most people my age, or even your age, when it comes to being self aware, open hearted and willing to change.

All I need is love and affection. I've been bullied and rejected and ignored by both of my parents. The only way I know how to react is by assuming that their mistreatment is justified... And to accept it with a sorrowful, silent dignity.

Its not a far cry from my own fears about myself anyhow. I've always been the awkward misfit daughter of a slovenly, ignorant nutcase. If that's enough to make me question my own value and self worth.

It doesn't take much for someone that I trust to convince me that I don't have any anyhow.

What I need from a relationship is someone who understands those things, and is willing to extend their affections to me unconditionally.

If that's too much for you, then I understand. Its hard to show love when you've never been taught it. Believe me, I know.

But I also know that honesty, sincerity and a compassionate heart can solve all of life's issues. 

As long as I resonate with that truth, I know that the Universe must respond to it.

A love as intense as mine; A spirit as genuinely captivated by wonder; Inspired by nature and comforted by our inherent divinity...

Cannot... Nay, WILL NOT be left wanting. Of that I'm sure.

I hope you can put down your defenses long enough to see that we are on the same team.

Pride is a silly thing to cling to when there are broken hearts and unmentionable sufferings to address in our own lives and families.

What does a man gain from the glorified conquests of his ego if, in the end, he is to suffer the loss of his own soul?

I love you. That's all I can say. Although I will probably never send you a copy of this letter... I somehow feel better nonetheless. I wish you could hold me one last time.
Echo Oct 2014
~What I'm about to say might seem crazy ;)
But it captures my heart and I need this tonight,
You don't need to make As and Bs to have my love,
You've already got the best of me.
You don't have to win all the fights,
Be on every few hours,
You don't have to outdo anyone else,
You've already outdone them all.
You don't have to be someone else,
You don't have to pretend you don't notice a flaw of mine,
Just so I don't get insulted.
You've already captured my heart.
You are what I always wanted.
Describing perfect in itself,
You are a trademark of my love.
Your words can lift my soul,
I didn't need someone who was perfect,
Yet I still got you.
And with everytime I say your name,
Think of what you do,
Remember that day,
Type I love you,
Remember no words could ever be more true.
My forever and my always,
I always wanted someone who would love me forever.
I always wanted someone who would leave me never ever.
I always wanted someone too hold me tight when I was feeling down,
Who could make me smile over days worth a frown,
Who could tell me that I was beautiful all the time,
Who could make love poems and flawlessly rhyme,
Who could write a story in the center of his heart,
I always wanted someone who would remind me love isn't dead.
I always wanted someone who would kiss me in the rain,
I always wanted someone who would brag about me everywhere.
I always wanted someone who would talk to me under the stars,
I always wanted someone who would kiss me unexpectedly,
I always wanted someone who was perfect,
But who wants that when I have you?~
For Andy
All my love poems are dedicated to you. Thank you for being so strong. Just a small poem for you.

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