#loverboy
To all his past lovers, believe me, he is the one that got away. Thanks to you, he has practiced more practical ways. No, really, thank you, I thought I would be more intimidated. Blame it on handwritten charms, or maybe it’s just me, ready and willing after years of distance eyes of hearts and fears. Because somehow this girl has managed to have him stay. So, best believe she will keep him as long as he wants to stay, keeping his heart safe and treasured.
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 11:39 AM UTC
The first Apple seed
I planted
inside hu(wo)man's (h)earth
There is just one of me,
I'm not like t(w)oo many farmers
Whom after the first
Plants every second
Let's say,
I have been grooming
the same t(h)ree ye(ar)s!
And I'm like
Still here (air)
In the third base hot spo(r)t;
Well, my last!
Let's make the quality
of my muse quantitative
and my verbal
reasonable.
Decode this mirror mirage
not seeing from a mirage mirror
If A P P L E
is a four letter code
Starting with the fourth
And ended with the fifth.
Complicated right?
You know what, just take five
And start again from "the first"
-Pastorlee
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 12:27 PM UTC
today on tinder,
swipe, swipe, swipe right,
swipe, swipe, swipe left,
oh, it seems like we matched.
now tell me lover boy,
who's going to spark,
the fire with this match,
you or I?
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 1:00 PM UTC
too far away to tell you my knees hurt
but still close enough that i can hear you breathe in my ear
'oh, kelia'
when you tell me
'i told you so'
or
'i tried to warn you'
i will only be mad at myself for not listening to anything
but 'oh, kelia'
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 4:49 PM UTC
can only hug me one armed
knights under a fan that shakes
as my legs go their own way
too far gone into loving you
say you love me in some ways too
concerned with your own knees
to worry about mine how can i
willingly put myself in your bed
do you think that maybe when
you leave me for dead
you won’t miss me if you die too!
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC
a loverboy that didn’t last
an agreement
maybe it wasn’t supposed to
i can add him to the list
i’ve got going in my head
‘ones who left’
never wrote it down because
i think it might change
a loverboy who held my head
the 30th time he found me
spinning in circles
chasing neon with whiskey
held it until the morning after
brought me water in a mug
‘you’re a cool girl, can i see you tonight’
and then never called
i can write about him
until i find someone new
loverboy who i wasn’t ready to lose
just yet
he asked ‘yet’?
and i corrected
‘ever’
loverboy who left me little crumbs
to eat
after he took me home for dinner
he says he’s ‘not in the right place
for loving a girl like you’
and i roll my eyes, toss my socks into the corner
‘yet?’ i ask
‘ever’
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
A single year strikes long
in the tooth of night
When all you do is wait.
For fear—we go, we climb
and drag ourselves out of
despair.
A hole we dug ourselves,
affixed to the nails, beneath
the skin, and dusted with a
smile.
It was only a year,
I say, but to believe?
There are only so many
lies I can permit myself
to tell.
At the end of the wait,
behind the chime of a
client that strikes its
golden mark at the corner
of my screen?
There.
I found it in the eaves
between a thumb and forefinger.
I found it in a conversation,
where words were written.
Where voices failed.
Where stories sat only
to tell.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
Like we used to laugh
To talk
We created our own melody
Our own music
But that
Didn't seem enough
for you
you needed more
More variation
More attention
And our music
Became heavier
rougher
Exactly the music
You liked
The last seconds
went in
And our very own
Melody
Ripped apart
Crushed
And ended
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
In that,
the tiny pushpins
that invade my clumsy pulse.
In that
I find you
in that-
the electric scarf
I wear around my neck
Insomuch I find
you choke me
so I am not wordless,
I am not without screaming-
dripping and falling from my lips
wrapped like gifts of mortar
more out than in
no I am not wordless.
I see you and tiny electric pulses
dance on me
dice through me
I feel you
touch so perfect
like a violin string
strung-
strung taught
tight against my mouth
tight against you leaving.
I am sensory.
I am sound that bounces angry
I am sound that chisels
the prayers of the prayer wheels
upon the bumps of my spine.
listen, listen
for your footfalls
and you will touch me,
perfect touch
of space and air
and fingertips that have no bones
no skin
just a note on a
cello-of a touch
and a kiss from behind my neck
a strangle,
such the kiss is tight.
tiny electric pulses through me,
oh, love,
for the tiny electric pulses
that bounce through,
move me.
prayers on the prayer wheel
spinning.
sahn 01/22/15
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC