#i-love-you
i don't know how
"i don't feel like crap when i'm with you."
morphed into
"i love you"
but i'm glad it did, and i'm glad
that you said
it back.
you said it back.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 6:18 PM UTC
i really do wish you no harm.
i hope you don't get pocket lint on your dum-dum,
because that would be tragic.
i hope the next girl you date doesn't bite.
even though, you deserve a gnarly girl
who can get low down and gritty.
i pray you don't fall going up the stairs
and slide all the freaking way down.
i wouldn't want a concussed friend
now would i?
i cross my fingers and shut my eyes,
wishing you a pretty girl with perfect teeth
and pale skin
and an american accent cuter than mine.
in bar. or no- in a basement.
i would never wish you the worst hangover that
you've ever had
with a headache so bad
you feel like you tried to go out with a bang (literally)
like kurt d. cobain, and survived.
if you aren't an uneducated swine and know who that is.
i hope you never feel heartache like this.
feeling your chest tighten with anvil heavy memories
and sun-kissed, barebacked truth because
you had to let go what you love
and love what you let go.
crying when you see "message me i get bored x"
in their bio on a tuesday night, for the first time in six months.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
*I love you,
thats what you told me,
and I know you didn't mean it like that,
I know what it meant,
and I'm happy,
I'm happy,
I rarely say that,
I didn't think I would,
I blindedly handed you all my trust,
I didn't expect anything good to come out of this,
and I love you too,
the same kind of love,
you love me with,
thank you,*
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
might altering day,
"I miss you.."
and I
"I love you.."
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
A radiant look,
came over, her face, like a
sudden burst, of sunshine,
on a cloudy day, then
smile flashed
over her face, like
sunshine, over a flower,
as I say
"I Love You"
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
As the evening
erodes away
into night,
I am put into terror
as I hear the last
few notes of your
favorite song.
I haven't heard it in
years.
It's beautiful actually,
I've forgotten this melody,
but secretly I listened to it
by memory
for weeks on end
after you
left me.
This terror turns into
happiness as I
see you there.
I imagined this
different.
You would be
smiling and happy again.
But no, you are
six feet under the ground now.
Your breathing has ceased,
as well as your love
for me.
And I'm fine with this,
seeing that I have
enough love for the both
of us.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
See the thing is
I could tell you
I love you
In 167 or however many
Different languages.
And I could hope it would suffice.
Or I could whisper it
Against your lips,
Our silhouettes entwined
In the light of an alarm clock
That reads
3:14AM.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 5:09 AM UTC
Look at me
I SAID LOOK AT ME.
I want you to remember
every detail to my quite round face.
I want you to see
the glimmer in my eyes
as I tell you about a song I'm writing.
I want you to study
how your shirt looks on me,
and how tiny it makes me.
I want you to stay,
but if you're going to leave then
remember me.
I need you to remember me even if it kills
you and me.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
I don't remember the first time my love came for you.
All I remember are the times I just wanted to hold you.
When you were the only one that could make me happy.
All I still know is that's still the same.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
I'm alone and it's killing me.
You cannot even speak, cry, sing, laugh, or do anything.
You cannot even breathe on your own.
I just want you to hold my hand again
But no, you are not allowed to.
I was to shake you awake, but I'm afraid that I cannot.
The doctors told me that it's time to let you go.
I don't want to though.
Can you please just open your eyes and say hello
So then they don't have to separate us.
Why must you be asleep?
Why must you be in a
Coma.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
I'm stuck for words at the moment
I can't seem to find the right rhythm
To describe you
It's almost like the sweetest part of you,
The one that I always knew loved me most
Was hidden away from me for all the months
That it was too cold for his steady warmth
Like he was too afraid of becoming frozen
And decided to lock himself away
Inside of you
Because of this feat
I've found you to be more controlling,
Causing me pain in ways I never thought you could,
Or ever would, it hurt me to be with you,
Though it hurt far more trying to flee,
And so I stayed, holding on to the memories of the sweet boy
Who always packed an extra sweater
With me in mind, and never forgot
To kiss me goodnight
I hoped with all my heart he wasn't a facade,
And that he'd come back to me,
But hope faded fast,
I wasn't sure if we'd last
This is where I'm stuck,
Because I'm still dazed by it all
The weather is warmer,
The sun shines brightly
He's happy, Really happy
Not just for the minute or hour
Not because he just finished getting off either
I honestly don't know what happened,
Maybe he sees my effort?
Maybe that's all that sweet boy I missed so dearly wanted,
To see my effort in trying so hard to keep us together,
Because beyond my fast falling hopes,
I saw him today, all day.
In every time he said "I love you," I saw him
And it wasn't just an echo of something he should say,
But rather his own heart speaking to me directly,
I felt he meant it every time,
Complete and total joy well up inside me now
Love dripped from each word and syllable he spoke,
His breath stank of it
And I loved it
And I knew he loved me,
Despite all my horridness, he loves me.
My god, I can't tell people enough of how happy I am,
I've found the secret!
I know what to do!
Can it have been this simple all the while?
All I had to do was but open my lips
Let the sounds of my thoughts roll off my tongue
So easy, so simple,
And yet so hard all the same
But I know what to do now
And if this is what it takes to make my sweet boy
Greet me with smiles and sweet kisses every day,
That I'll **** well suffer through the hardships of change
Until it becomes as natural as loving him.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC