#firstdates
I want the boy who will hold my hand in the dark,
and in the light of day
who can read me like a book
understand what I mean when I say "im ok"
I want a love just like the movies
he should hug me so tight I can barely breathe
and should run his fingers through my hair
know how to calm me down
he should whisper in my ear
and make me laugh myself to pieces
he would take me on our first date to the cinemas
and wrap his arm around me
our hands would meet in the popcorn bucket
a cringey but sweet cliche
I want a love just like the movies
he would take me to the park
he wouldn't laugh at my hot chocolate moustache
he would give himself one
act as stupid as I am
he wouldn't care how he would look
or how I made him look
this boy would sit on the swings with me
competing who could get higher
turn on the merry-go round
competing who would last the longest
we would sit on the park bench
and he would let me sit on the dry areas
I want a love just like the movies
the boy who would find the other half to my heart
who would buy us matching necklaces
the boy who would love me when I have nothing left to give
I NEED a love just like the movies
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 5:01 AM UTC
I brought you tulips
but we saw cherry blossoms
table for one please
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 8:50 AM UTC
i want the butterflies
glowing in my lungs
whispering nervous truths
i crave the breath
catching in my throat
warm bodies brought together
i'd **** for dancing
physical, verbal, tantric
never knowing who is leading
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i miss first dates
the hopeful feeling fraught with nerves
fidgeting as you giggle at jokes that aren't funny
and all the learning,
favorite colors that grow to anecdotes
and then to second dates
all the time it's blossoming;
blooming into something real,
butterflies depart, letting only light remain
and i can stop the pining easily
love songs are vibrant; poetry melts hearts
but don't romanticize me
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i've been the final girl at a haunted house
cleaning up bodies; exercising ghosts
i don't need your love to be full
i don't have another half, i'm already whole
and you can be my twin flame, if you won't fizzle out
i've had many matches that only left smoke
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and if our love is a circus, and you are the clown
don't be surprised if i wait in the crowd
i'm done pulling teeth; and i'm tired of games
friend, lover, soulmate- i'm tired of names
i'm tired of labels that differ but all feel the same.
when i'm set alight, i'll be feeling no shame
and if you want all of me, i'll have no regrets
but don't string me along, i'm no marionette
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 12:48 AM UTC
That’s it
That’s what I wanted
That’s what I’ve been looking for
You’ve got me so high...
I realize how dangerous a drug this is...
This game I’m playing...
How do I stick to my beliefs
When you just make me want more...?
I want you to hold me
And don’t you dare let go.
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 3:29 PM UTC
lingering fingers
drifting eyes
parting away
from some
run down town
and into this diner
our fate awaits
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 2:58 PM UTC
I couldn’t think of a gift off the top of my head
So I decided to tell you a story instead….
Once upon a time there was a girl with a broken heart
Bear with me, I know this isn’t a very happy start
But this girl, she was broken for quite a while
She needed to mend herself so being single became her style
She locked up her heart and threw away the key
A lot of time passed before she realized that wasn’t the way to be
She wanted a change but didn’t know where to start
She began to wonder if she could ever unlock her heart
So she decided to let her guard down and just go with the flow
Until one night she put on a black dress and went to Toads for a show
She had some drinks and the night was like any other
Except she mustered up some courage and asked a boy for his number
They started talking and a few weeks later went on their first date
She was excited and then nervous because she was running pretty late
Thankfully he didn’t think her tardiness was all that rude
But the kitchen was closed so he couldn’t order any food
They had some drinks and talked for quite a while
He had on a plaid shirt and had such a handsome smile
He suggested they actually get dinner sometime
And the thought of seeing him again suited her just fine
She unlocked her heart and freed up some room
And over the next few months their relationship began to bloom
They have the perfect balance of normal and weird
And sometimes he even lets her play with his very long beard
Getting to know him has truly been such a treat
He is kind, talented, smart, and sweet
So do you remember that broken girl from before?
Well these days she couldn’t ask for anything more
Being with him has challenged her in such a positive way
So she wrote this for their first Valentine’s Day
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 5:39 PM UTC
She paints herself, to better blend in;
She pampers and softens,
she plans all the right moves.
She frets, ruffling her dusty feathers,
so battered and dull, the sheen lost
to empty restless nights alone;
alone and growing cold in the night.
She panics, blood rushing in waves,
crashing against her organs,
breath blown like strong wind.
She picks her clothes,
covers herself in shrouds;
she knows you will be looking.
She knows you will map her out;
the rivers and channels that create her landscape.
She paces, wondering if she will be
enough for you.
She only wants to be what you desire.
She wants to be the last thing you see
before you fall into sleep;
the memory you search for in your dreams.
She only yearns to have you coming back;
wishing to see more of her.
Be with her.
Love her.
Is this what we must do?
Morph into another, less wholesome,
creation of ourselves
to secure love and emotion?
How many forms can we take?
Is this just going to be a
battle;
a raging brutal clash of
shape-shifting and anxiety?
Are we just going to tally
the numbers of different self
we can create walking out
of bloodied bedrooms?
The scars of each transformation
hiding on secret patches of skin.
I’m running out of choices…
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 6:09 AM UTC
One coffee and one tea
in a cafe you and me
A smile, then a laugh
eyes speak on my behalf
I'm nervous and you can tell
my voice is begging to rebel
Your eyes try to read my shyness
your tongue full of wryness
Beginnings are my favorite part
but this could break my heart
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
You pick me up right on time
"this is for you"
i sip
it’s cold and sweet
just perfect.
before i left, i slipped a salt water painting under your helmet.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
you held my hand and told me that you and your dad built a model train set together and we sat by the river in the rain
i didn’t let you know i felt sick the whole time because you were so nice and your haircut is so short.
when you sleep, you’re all angles and grace. it’s an odd combination of elbows and eyelashes but it’s lovely.
you laid down in my bed and asked me where it all came from.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
framed in red light as we move towards the corner it grows larger while you grow smaller and i hope i can remember the image of you smiling while the projection reflected off your glasses with your hair too long in the back and your jeans always several sizes too big and your black t shirt. your underwear was my favorite color that day.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
what if i can’t stop thinking about that day
when you took me to the feminist modern art exhibit at your favorite museum across town
holy ****
and kissed me in the starlight room
and i thought, ******* you are good.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
you kissed me in the street
before putting on your helmet
earlier you told me that you see too many things to laugh at
and i thought maybe your long legs under the table weren’t such a bad thing
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC