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larni Oct 2018
you said you loved me
i said it back.

you said you needed me
i was grateful to hear that.

you said you were mine
and i said i am yours.

you said forever
and i said forever more.  

you said you didn’t want to lose me
and i was content

but then you disappeared
leaving my tears alone with nowhere to vent.


you blamed it on the timing
i didn’t agree.

you blamed it on yourself
and i blamed it on me.

did i not love you enough?
were my hugs and kisses too flat?

i said i love you.
but you didn’t say it back.
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larni Oct 2018
because when i trace your skin
i can hear music

and when i look into your eyes
i see an ocean

now please tell me how
do i just let that go?
larni Oct 2018
i want you,
in every way there is to want a person.

from lazy rainy days
sitting around in underwear,
wrapped up in the covers
enveloped in each other.

to lustful late nights
high happy and in love,
too absorbed with each other
to focus on anything else.

i want you.
and i see so much in you
that counting all your perfections
would be like counting the stars,
there's too many to keep track of
and they just seem endless.

i am utterly in love
with every inch of your being,
every corner of your mind
and everything in between

i might not know what i believe
or where i'm going
or what i'm doing,
but i do hope
you'll hold my hand
and wander blindly with me.

because as long as i'm with you
i don't need a destination,
you are the journey.

i am simply enamored with your entity,
captivated by your character,

fascinated
infatuated
amorous

in love.
lowercase is intentional :-)
larni Oct 2018
once upon a time
long ago
there was a you and me

i knew you once
and it was nice
silence was comfy
and we didnt have to try

i knew you once
long ago
you shared your secrets
and i shared mine

i knew you once
long ago
but where did you go...?
argh, i miss you.
Grace Spellman Oct 2018
i got addicted to you
so easily

the withdrawal
almost killed me
is there a rehab for broken hearts
Grace Spellman Oct 2018
i guess
i’ll love you
the way the sun
loves the moon
and you
will love me
the way the grass
loves the trees
perfectly in synch
but just a little too different
to ever truly
be.
i think the love of your life and “the right one” are two different people
Grace Spellman Oct 2018
and i know you hate seeing me with him
probably more than i hate seeing you with her
but that can never take away from the fact
that i am no longer yours to hurt
when let out of its cage, a bird with clipped wings may not be able to fly, but it can sure run.
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