#requited
poems made-
from shifting sands
romance in the desert
heated days freezing nights
a prayer for a blanket
love for warmth
at the oasis
thirst quenched.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 8:03 AM UTC
Love given, but not taken, is not love un-received;
You have love to give,
That is something.
Whether their heart is open
To the souls' hymns
Your words sing,
The song is never wasted-
But goes through changes,
As the renewal of spring.
Nov 7, 2023
Nov 7, 2023 at 1:41 PM UTC
Whoever told you that requited love doesn't hurt was wrong
If more it kills every living cell inside your body
It tears away your heart living your chest solo
It racks your brain making it a jumbled mess
It weakens your spirit by deeming it
Whoever told you requited love is a walk in the beautiful blue sea was right
Yet they never warned you about the dark storms that shake your existence
Yet nobody mentioned the jaws of hungry sharks awaiting to devour you
Yet no one said that at times you would drown so deep only having yourself to rescue you
Yet what they saw was the beautiful aqua blue but no one saw the ugly black of the Bermuda love triangle
Whoever told you that requited love was a walk in the park was somewhat not mistaken
I wonder if they told you , you'd step in dog **** in the park and in love you may stumble upon disturbing facts
I wonder if they told the park might have laughter but some go there because they need a break from unruly passions
I wonder if they told you that people get kidnapped in a park and so does love cage the heart
I wonder if they knew walking in the park on a rainy day can cause a cold because in love,love sickness is a disease that can very well **** you
Whoever told you requited love was the icing on top of the cake probably had a sweet tooth
Here I am confirming you may never get to finish the whole cake to taste the icing
Here I am addicted to the sweet savory taste of love that now I feel nauseous
Here I am having toothaches after a terrible fall
Here I am believe that if requited love is the icing at least unrequited love won't give you any tonsils since the icing and the cake will never be yours.
Jun 2, 2023
Jun 2, 2023 at 5:34 AM UTC
You may think that I’m going to be talking about the word and feeling “love”. I may or may not be. It really depends on you, the reader, to determine what this “love” is.
Love ******* hurts. Love is time consuming. Love is demanding. Love will require you to swim the depths of the ocean and cross the largest of deserts. Love will not make it easy. Love is the thing you fear the most. Be it the monster under your bed with the red beady eyes and the horribly yellow teeth, or the 1,000 foot drop from the sky, plummeting downwards as you feel your stomach drop. Love will leave you bleeding dry from the things you do just for love. Love will not even realize that you are doing those things for love.
But love will repay you. In ways you won’t understand. Love will be for you during the worst times. Love will listen to you and encourage you to be your best self. Love does not even realize that love is doing these things for you, love is just doing them.
Love will not realize the effect on you.
For me, it has always been me crossing the deserts, swimming the oceans, bleeding dry just to please love. When will it be love’s turn? Maybe today, tomorrow, or a time that I’m no longer here.
I think love has been repaying me every since I started loving love. Maybe love has a different way of expressing love. Maybe the love that love gives is sweet, pure, and just. Maybe I just need to open my eyes to see that love will not cross a desert for me because love is standing right there beside me. Love will not bleed me dry, for love is the one rushing though my veins. Love is not the monster, love is the light. Love is not the fear of the fall, love is the trust fall, knowing you’ll fall right back into love. Love does not realize what I do for love because love is too busy loving me.
And now, I am grateful enough to see it.
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 2:24 PM UTC
Oh, sweetheart.
You're every star in the sky.
You remind me of a snowdrop encased in dark, cracked resin. Maybe frozen into the ice, then, deep beneath where the sun ever reached. The pride of the leviathan of the deep.
God, you're breathtaking.
Your eyes convey a thousand wishes, hope still glinting deep in there. You cultivate it like a small ember, a glowing shard of coal in the rain. It never goes out, not all the way. You can always blow it back to life.
You absolutely astound me.
Your bravery, your courage, your presence, it envelops me like the rumble of a thunderstorm deep within my chest. Your existence shines so bright it could light a path through Victorian London smog, your machinations a delightful enigma.
I cannot imagine not knowing you now.
Alabaster and deep azure, soot and iridescent verdant. I could get lost in your soul. Gazing into your mind feels like ****** of a secret, absolute ****** You make my blood boil. My veins are blue, bluest blue, thinking about you.
You're every book on the shelf.
You're every smile from a stranger.
You're every star in the sky.
Oh, sweetheart.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
carefully reaching for your hand
it's the first day I've seen you in person.
I've known you for long enough
that I'm surprised when you grab my hand back.
when I look into your eyes, I see fear, and trepidation, and sadness, but also hope and happiness and love.
I will do everything I can
to keep holding your hand.
you hold mine so gently
so carefully. so kindly.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 9:00 PM UTC
You're scared. Something about me arouses the forgotten ashes. The ones that have been spread far and wide in the back of your mind. I can tell that your involvement with me lights up parts of your brain that sends an SOS signal to your entire core. There's something within me that doesn't allow you to function how you'd like too. I'm skipping turnstiles and playing musical chairs in your brain, lighting up familiar triggers you can't quite figure. That's why you act like a relucilant adolescent, who only knows complications. You're not really complicated, you're stubborn. That's why your kisses are limited. Your touch is always as distant as possible. Reluctant at times. There's parts of me you're too afraid to touch, to maraud. Your lack of receptiveness completely turns me off. Makes me want to runaway without a say. Yet I know it'd be far more better if I played with fire and ignited a fire from your cupid's bow to your toes. Cease a fire across your body that you cannot calm. A fire that would consume your entirety. Devour your being. One that sparks your soul. & with my bare hands seed a soil that's been in need of loving. I have a fire match ready for you, hand delivered by a cherub. Let us consumate a taboo, you say when. Quickly I'll slide my thumb down the side of your lip, with my index finger adjacent to your top lip, cupping my fingers in, I'll pour in you the sweetest gasoline. Within you I'll ignite the parts you've neglected so much. Within you, they'll be a big bang, it'll be where our new love began.
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 12:25 AM UTC
Your eyes, golden brown
Soft, delicate fingers brushing a single curl
Against my cold face
"body heat helps frostbite,"
You tell me
And you lick your lips knowing
I am unconditionally doomed
In our paracosm you would be my wife
Bound by our losses and found by each other
In the unlit room, you're mine for just the hour
And maybe that's enough.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
I'm chasing my dream
You're chasing yours
So why do we fall
through this damaged door?
You sing songs
about broken glass
You're still bitter
but my thirst never ends
You still drape yourself
like you never left
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC
********** slowly
Time close
to me,
hanging on
my side,
the side I kept
my tattoo.
Buttoning quickly
Tying my shoes,
laced in fear
&uncertainty.
A few hours
away from thinking
about who I love
(My own personal bomb),
...thinking of you.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC
the world around me spins,
it's always so blurry;
but you, you're always crystal clear
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 11:43 PM UTC
There is no savior
for all;
there's even no
individual salvation
You know the cost
of a call,
but that of
conversation?
You can hear,
that I know,
but can you listen?
And when you talk
is it the things
you say
or is it in the way...
What is absent,
is it missing?
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 6:20 AM UTC
a lot of folks are torn
if they should cross oceans
for poeple who wouldn't even
cross puddles for them.
while a whole other lot wonders
if they should even cross puddles
for people who would
-without any doubts-
cross oceans for them.
what a desolate lot
people are.
thinking that love was a debate
between the idea
of crossing oceans and of crossing puddles
despite it being
a simple question
of who you should cross oceans for.
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 4:43 AM UTC
I want to write you a poem
That heals up your scars.
I want to send your hopes
Soaring up to the stars.
I want to clear away stones
From the path you take.
I want to be sure you never
Feel your heart ache or break.
I want to put that feeling
That you give me into a jar
So, I can feel it always
If you should travel very far.
I want to write a symphony
Of the music in your voice.
This is not loyalty or kindness.
I simply do not have a choice.
For you are what I prayed for
Before I ever knew you existed.
You are that magnetism
That I never once resisted.
You have always fit me
Like a split friendship locket.
There never was a moment
You didn’t have me in your pocket.
So, I want to do for you
What you have done for me.
I want to put a trillion stars
In your nighttime reality.
I want to let you know for sure
All that you have meant to me.
I want to share with you
Your gift of love and serenity.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 6:47 AM UTC
It took me 10 years to let you in. 10 years to allow you to look at me and truly see me. 10 years for me to let you look at the piece of me I've never gotten back. That piece is yours. Hell, all of me is yours if you want it. I don't know if I can bear to be anyone else's now, knowing what I know; how things could be. And this is why it took 10 years. I've always been afraid that once I tried you I wouldn't have a taste for anything else. I let you in completely. No walls. No pretenses. No pretending I didn't. Now what?
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 3:00 AM UTC
Tell me you love me,
As you gaze into my eyes,
Leaving kisses for all to see,
In violet, yellow and cerise.
Show me your fiery passion,
As you scream out my name,
Expletives a mere expression,
Of feelings that drive you insane.
Make me feel your adoration,
With your bruising touch,
With the heart of a nation,
To make me love you as such.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
Love like a child
Love like an innocent flower
With my simple words
Will you listen?
Cliche compliments that I want to say
but I won't
because you won't believe me
Why should I waste my breath?
Like an old friend
I won't betray you so easily
I can't promise forever
So, I'll promise you today
I'll love you more than yesterday
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 6:19 AM UTC
What if I do love you?
And it's not just 'love'.
But uttering the words is impossible
Because letting you into my heart is
Terrifying.
I have put the barrier up,
The barrier that only allows 'love' not love.
It twists my emotion into a word I do not wish to say,
The same word but a different meaning.
You say I love you
And I reply with 'I love you too'.
I want to mean more but
The fear stops me-
It manipulates
Everything I stand for.
'I love you' hurts you
but
I love you hurts me.
Teach me how to say it,
Tell me to be brave.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC
Trying to describe what happened to us
is like fumbling to forge stars from
the evanescent remains
ever fluent in our veins
of astral bodies drifting further away.
Translunar thoughts extort my orbit around you
regardless of your eyes, their contained gravity
despite your lucid voice and it's fervid pull,
how they all hold me in place.
You are your own universe
and I am lost in your space.
Asteroids of presentimental wounds cratered my trust
you eclipsed unhindered through my life
and flared into hers;
our syzygy was over
but I never noticed our declination occur,
with your ephemeral attention
and I, rapt in limerence,
stayed a sidereal fragment to your sky.
I never did and still don't mind...
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
Like the city
there's always the constant buzz of your existence in the background
reminding me you're still here
polluting my thoughts
Your lights are too brilliant to disentangle from my mind
burning bright like neon signs in your eyes
prompting me towards you
and your vacant streets
Empty words hang on brick
crumbling graffiti of the walls we used to call shelter;
we built houses on comfort
but always needed something better
When I left, you phoned
I told you I had found home
though I wanted to hear the lonely in your voice
match the lonely I still know
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
we like to
kid about
ruining
each other:
because
we know
the potential
is there.
i am not
ready for
you to
wreck me:
but the
potential
is there.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
I'm translated in your arms
I'm sufficient in your bed
So much to see in your eyes
Our ennui doesn't gather dust
I love you or I hate you
The end it's just you and me
Despise me or berate you
I know It's always you and me
You are my lust
You are my lust
You are my lust
You are my lust
Translated into love
Let me in your arms
To Stay
I love you or I hate you
The end it's just you and me
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 2:47 AM UTC
let them
admire the clouds that form shapes above us,
acknowledge the stars that shine reasons why you and I belong together.
let them
welcome the sun's warm approval of us. they must
cherish our moon and respect our sky.
tell them
when miles separate us,
our home becomes that sky
and
we are connected by the moon,
the sun,
clouds
and stars.
darling,
look out your window
you'll find portraits of my face sketched within those clouds
you'll find
our love prints on that moon,
find our chemistry burning the sun.
Baby.
so long as the sky is in existence,
know that you
will never be without me.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
I asked him if we were okay
And,
“Jesus Chirst. What are you so
Scared of?”
And he rubbed his face.
“Loving me? or the fact that I love you back?”
I look down and,
“I swear to God, it's like you think no one should ever love you back.”
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 3:16 AM UTC