#lovergirl
I am unaware if you love me or not,
but I visualize us in various ways.
What if, centuries ago,
we were two swans floating amongst water lilies,
or what if we were two leaves of the same tree,
falling to our death?
What if you were the dark skinned Krishna with a flute,
and I was the one destined to be forever yours?
If you are indeed the shore to my billowing tides,
my beloved, let me seek refuge in your arms.
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 3:10 PM UTC
It's the way your eyes follow mine—
Desire blooms like peonies
and you drink me in like nectar,
draw me close to your naked chest.
I can't think anymore—
All I hear is how fast the rhythm of your heartbeat is,
how you softly moan while yearningly kissing my mouth.
And, oh Lord, your hands—
the way they worship my imperfect body,
slithering up and down my waist, my hips.
My hands roam around your back
and my nails leave scratches
while your teeth leaves love bites
Poetry swims in my blood as you slip inside of me,
my coldness against your heat,
and like melted wax, I drip—
becoming one with your body.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 3:52 AM UTC
If I could bottle up the sound of your laugh I would show up to work wasted and hungover. Or perhaps I wouldn't show up at all. They'd find me in the hospital bed with IVs in my arms because I would refuse to drink water. The doctors would be screaming at me, but I wouldn't mind them one bit because they don't have the privilege of having even the smallest taste, if they did I'm certain they would understand. If I ever got out of that hospital I would pour some into my conditioner so whenever I wash my hair that sound can echo off the walls and dance around my head like a halo of music and ****** and I'd rub the sound into my skin so it's scent could last longer. I would embed it into the carpets, the curtain, even the sheets. I would mix it with my paints and I would sell a million paintings. Not because of any talent or being revolutionary, but simply because of that sound.
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 9:52 AM UTC
My velvety pink layers open towards
daylight inviting a solar embrace.
The tips of my outer beauty unfurl
as an invitation for enchantment.
Last night's tears rest like morning dew
on my lip
salty and nourishing.
Meticulous maintenance is required
to preserve this pristine elegance.
My thorns ***** deeply when you aren't
deliberate with precision
drawing crimson droplets
as you walk away
not looking back.
My petals wilt longingly
for one who gardens with
loving patience
pruning and nurturing
the lifeless parts of me
that have never been tended to.
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 12:01 PM UTC
I love love as depressing as I am
But I love the intimacy-
There's beauty in holding hands
Secrets whispered closely at night,
That deeper understanding reached after the first fight
Working together to complete a goal
With someone beside you,
feeling so whole
Their laughter engraved in your head forever-
There's never been a sound that you've loved better
Caressing their face when
sadness reigns king,
Using their favorites to make them
feel seen
The electricity between two
lovers touching,
The honeymoon phase flirting that leaves them both blushing
A lover always has that certain smirk,
When everything is new and
you love every quirk
You get to be silly no matter your age,
Like fictional romance flew off the page
I love when silence doesn't have to ache,
When it's shared, not something you fake
Two mugs in the morning and
a tangled bedspread,
A soft “good morning” with a
kiss to their head
The little things that no one would see,
Like saving the last bite of dessert
just for me,
Or hearing my favorite song
and hitting repeat,
Because love lives in gestures,
not just in lusts heat
I love how romance is art in motion,
How it mirrors moonlight
across a vast ocean
Not always easy, not always bright,
But it's something sacred in both
storm and light
Maybe I'm dark and I like
to write about sorrow
But I love love even when I have
none to borrow
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 11:45 PM UTC
I am a lover girl they say
I love and love but I don't get the same love back
I thought you'd be different you showed me what real love feels like
but I guess I was just your test subject
hmm maybe I was huh? you didn't care when I was begging on my knees but I DID
now your gone and I'm left alone in your dust
I hope she treats you better hmm
better then I did
maybe you were right all along huh
isn't that what you wanted
to see me cry
you had me thinking you loved me
now I know I was just a fool caught in your web
May 2, 2025
May 2, 2025 at 2:47 PM UTC
I need you the way the sky needs the sun
I need you here with me, hon
From you’ll I’ll never run
Our adventure has just begun
Sapphires in your eyes
They Show me no lies
In you, I am mesmerized
You brought to me clear skies
In what I adore
Whether not or more
Whatever’s in store
I’ll be yours, forevermore
Oct 29, 2024
Oct 29, 2024 at 1:21 AM UTC
She makes me insane
She’s in my brain
She takes my pain
All else is inane
I need her like air
I love her hair
I could not bear
I was despair
The Gods gave her back
Finally, I can relax
After that brutal attack
After he stabbed me in the back
I've got another chance
We get one more dance
I think that perchance
Aphrodite's lance
Has pierced me like the Nazarene
From deeds so obscene
Where light can beam
Where joy can ring!
Oct 29, 2024
Oct 29, 2024 at 1:17 AM UTC
It's the first snow during the last year you believe in Christmas magic,
It's the desire to watch the tornado form even though the storm is heavy,
It's 9 am on the first fall morning of your freshman year of high-school,
It's your favorite sweater fresh out of the dryer,
It's the warmth from your mug of coffee radiating to your palms at 5 am,
It's the last laugh at your first slumber party before you fall asleep,
It's the sun creeping over the trees,
It's the sound of your Playstation starting up after a 3 month hiatus,
It's Thursday,
It's orange sun rays warming my skin,
It's a thick navy blue university that you never went to sweater,
It's fuzzy slippers,
It's Holiday themed squishmallows,
It's potato soup that your mom makes on Sunday,
It's cookie dough ice cream at midnight,
It's a warm cinnamon roll in the morning,
It's the number 22,
It's the way that when I close my eyes all I think of is you.
Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 7:57 PM UTC
If there’s one thing for sure abt myself. ,
I’m going to survive ,
I will figure it out
Jan 23, 2024
Jan 23, 2024 at 11:05 PM UTC
He said hours go by in twos with you,
2 was not my favorite number before,
But it’s my favorite now,
Jan 23, 2024
Jan 23, 2024 at 9:27 PM UTC
She fills her head with tales of love and tragedy,
In war-torn cities and rival families to ancient melody,
Tossing and turning, on her bed
She lives the lives of lovers so young and foolish and sweet.
She dreams of Orpheus, his melancholy and his music.
Of Seigfried and his journey to the damsel he seeks.
Then Samson who fell twice in the hands of a woman.
And Romeo who no longer felt the need to run.
Now,the morning light urges her to wake up.
The dreams disappear and the longing suddenly stops
For she knows that though tragedies may happen,
She still looks forward to that day she will meet him.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 7:28 AM UTC