#eleanor
i run the bath once more
and rewind your home, too
cuddled and tucked into each other's core
eleanor
all the sweet lies about sweet love
that were said from you
eleanor
roars howling outside my apartment
wet faces reflect on its windows
you were the patch around these bombardments
whetted daggers under her pillows
eleanor
casanovas in the city
fancying themselves swing stage licenses
hung me out to dry, technically
consider the pegs and dive into silences
eleanor
may god act as he see fit
i did mine, at least...
eleanor
if you've never been in love
eleanor
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
We were on top of your rooftop, still five inches between us, looking up the sky and fighting the urge to hold hands. I thought of all the things I kept within me.
I didn't even like you, at least that's what I thought.
I didn't like the way my name slips through your tongue or how calming your voice sounds over the phone.
I didn't like our late night conversations about how vast this universe is and how the both of us are mere particles in this world filled with billions, silently in anguish.
I didn't even like our afternoons spent biking around the park, enjoying the breeze and color of fall, our favorite season of all.
I didn't like the way you smile at me whenever I'm being serious, when I'm in this corner contemplating myself, you'll flash that sarcastic smile of yours that makes me want to punch you.
I didn't like the way your palm touches the back of my neck whenever we would kiss,
I didn't like the way you say "I love you", soothing and calming,
I hated myself for never saying it back.
"I love you" you would say
"I know" I'd reply
The truth is that I don't just like you or love you, it's a very shallow way of labeling what I truly feel for you.
My darling, I live for you.
I live for these moments, I live for your smile, your sweetness, and warmness. Even words aren't enough to describe the euphoria that you give me.
You've kept me alive, you're the reason of my every breath,
You're my rock.
And I live for you even when you drive me insane, especially then.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
And as my favorite book says
"“You can be Han Solo, ‘And I’ll be Boba Fett. I’ll cross the sky for you.”
Now we're back on your rooftop, hand in hand, no inches in between.
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
His blue eyes, only ever on her, protecting her with just his gaze.
Her eyes always looking away from his, knowing she could give into him so easily.
They were in love, you could see it written all over their faces.
When she looked at him, her eyes were so green, they could turn carbon dioxide into oxygen.
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
the present he gave me
represents himself in my eyes;
a storyline I've always wanted to read,
the mystery on each page
I've been dying to unfold,
and the love in every word
I've been wishing upon a star for
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC