#quinones
You came across my mind a hundred times today. Is that good thing? Tell me it's not. I don't want a relapse.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 12:56 PM UTC
Does it ever cross your mind? The thought of losing me, I mean. Does it sting like fire ants? Painful but not serious.
I don't know when or how the butterflies in my stomach turned to wasps, stinging the muscles, making it sore and burn but I swear at one point, we were the most beautiful human chromosomes paired....
or was it always an option? Leaving me, I mean.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
Trying to soak you up
forever ingrained in my brain.
Perhaps only for a moment,
But a permanent route.
Distracted as I graze
your solar eclipse eyes,
I'd stare into the sun
to feel that way again.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 11:33 PM UTC
In another universe, only the two of us can fly 500 ft above the ground and under an old Amaranth tree is where we first said, "I love you"
We learned to drive together. We spent time driving to see each other even just for one night. We never minded the radio station static.
My parents were not strict. I stayed all night at the bar, took cheap shots of brandy. You held my hand like it'll be the last.
In this universe, you never got tired of me. You loved me the whole time.
We never cursed each other that one night. It only took a minute to realize that it was stupid. We never forgot we loved each other.
Here, you never lied to me. You never kissed that girl. Neither of us knew what tears tasted like.
In this universe, darling, we stayed.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
You are sun and I am moon.
I'll let you shine throughout the day,
But let me glimmer at night.
And on rare occasions,
let us align
and the world will
stare in awe of our eclipse.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
I am alienated from this feeling
until today.
It felt like home,
recognizable,
at ease,
simple,
without any motive to burn.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
Not much of a poet
but with you I am an avalanche of words
waiting to be written in paper
and you just sit there,
unaware of the effect
you have on my spine.
You talked about the weather
and I am awed on the rarity that a
topic as mundane as the weather
can stimulate my already
shabby senses.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
I love you.
You love her.
She loves him.
End of ******* story.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC