#lovingly
I'm so in love,
That I feel that I could fly.
I'm so in love,
That I feel that I could die.
Right here and right now,
I'm about to pass out.
I never knew,
I never thought,
That I could ever feel like that.
I'm so in love;
It's not that bad,
To finally not be so sad.
I'm flying,
And I'm finally not falling.
I'm so in love,
And glad that I'm not crying.
It's new,
It's weird,
I'm so in love;
I never felt like this,
Electrocuted at every kiss.
Happy tears,
Happy days,
I'm so in love;
How did you do this ?
Is this normal?
Is this real?
Am I really allowed to feel...
So in love?
Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 2:34 PM UTC
i love you
from the stars and back
but you don't know
Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 10:54 AM UTC
Tell me that it's love that i'm feeling.
if it's not I fear my heart can't take much more.
I can't take my eyes off you,
yet i know the reason I won't leave is in your eyes.
I know it's love that I'm feeling,
even though we haven't been together in so long.
Your eyes still sparkle the same,
like watching a meteor shower
I'm caught in awe.
I swear you've never looked so good
so much better than anyone should,
after they tore away my heart.
I can't take my eyes away from you still.
If I survive another night,
I know that I can get over you.
I once had that lovin' feeling from you,
but now I'm gone still dreaming...
still dreaming of those meteor showers.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:55 AM UTC
Oh self, gardener of mistakes.
The trees I planted grew sideways, giving shade only when I need it, never when I want.
Oh her, gardener of nervous hearts.
The tiny little buh-bump, buh-bumps of the night haunt my mind.
But they leave me thinking she's got countless petals and seeds trespassing in me.
And I am still learning if I should embrace them in the soil,
Or if I should dig them up before I get too attached.
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 4:33 PM UTC
If open books suddenly close,
So the fears I've written can never escape
And the creases in my mind where you marked your place
Once again become whole,
I'll fold what remains
And carry it in my pocket;
I've never met someone who could turn a page so lovingly
As you.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
I have no...
(self-boundaries)
...means of changing.
It's not my fault, I...
(place blame)
...didn't mean to lie.
Why should I try, I will...
(believe in nothing)
...eventually die.
All the underground people...
(your ancestors and mine)
...Do they remember
Being alive?
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
You're sitting across a table, in the next room- and it's the month of July.
And as the beads of sweat chip off your forehead
like a shank of butcher's meat,
your dorcel fin peaks through the sand where my toes peak through. The picnic table where I write letters; post cards.
I take photos, make reservations, and
even after I'm canceled on for walking around
downtown in my bright neon-pink underwear, I still roll to the
left side of the bed sit up and drop the cigarette I fell asleep on. You're just sitting, first entry: Stardom.
I don't have room for you in the corners.
The corners of this room, padded walls,
shifty vaseline sway- the white cotton stick
of a sucker pointing out of your mouth, its red numero forty dye shines
in the specks of light flicking
out of the horizon like a carousel ride
around and around.
I'm getting a bit dizzy, and even less honest.
If you want to see me spring,
like the silly string on my birthday, yellow silly-putty; molding the monster face,
I observe you through a kaleidoscope of dexedrine and morphine.
Your catastrophe with Xanax, passed out
in alien-green ******* at that party in the abandoned firehouse
on News St., how you could lay trust on me after that
(a daydream with sawing you called me)
sixteen-year-old mishap of an afternoon.
&
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:31 AM UTC