#requitedlove
A lingering glance.
I look away.
A subtle flirt.
I don’t notice.
Blatant ignorance.
But not blissful.
Months pass.
They tell me.
I understand.
A lingering glance.
I still look away.
A subtle flirt.
I blush a bit.
New knowledge.
I didn’t see it.
It eats at me.
Guilt for not knowing.
Never questioning.
A lingering glance.
My eyes hold.
A subtle flirt.
A blushing smile.
I think I understand.
They connected with me.
I think I understand.
Why they see me like this.
Why I see them the same.
A lingering glance.
I make a funny face.
A subtle flirt.
I finally flirt back.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 9:12 PM UTC
This love is a hurricane of fire,
a billion droplets of little things about you,
wrapped in sweetness and desire;
I never thought my dreams would come true.
.
Without warning, I didn't have a clue
How much I'd feel in such a short time,
Swept away in the blazing winds of you,
Yours to the bone as you are mine.
.
Against all odds, it seems like fate
That we should be a perfect match;
If it's a trap, I'll take the bait,
Lock my own cage, secure the latch.
.
Too good to be true, I heard you say -
My own thoughts whispered from your lips,
Embraced in bed as we lay,
Drinking kisses in greedy sips.
.
Don't wake me if it's a dream,
for I have never dreamt this well;
In your eyes, that warm gleam,
Could safely guide me through all hell.
.
It sounds cliché, and it feels so,
A bliss too perfect for real life;
All I know is I can't let you go,
The thought itself feels like a knife.
.
And my chest might burst from this,
a feeling larger than my soul,
My fiery hurricane, in your kiss
I burn up like a chunk of coal.
.
Jul 22, 2023
Jul 22, 2023 at 8:29 AM UTC
You don't love me any more.
I don't love you any less.
More or less?
Which is best.
May 13, 2021
May 13, 2021 at 9:01 AM UTC
I gasped,
As if you are taking my breathe away,
In the depth of heat,
I lost my mind,
As if;
My sanity were melting away,
along with my purity.
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 6:31 PM UTC
My mind used to run
A day ahead
And sometimes
It would get lost in
Weeks ahead.
Now,
All I can think about
Is you and me
Feet buried in cool sand.
One towel to shield us
From the ocean breeze.
My head on your shoulder
Your head resting against mine.
And how beautiful it is—
The world in our now.
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 2:23 PM UTC
I suppose
I might have liked you more
before you liked me
when you were a
castle in the sky
a faraway dream
for others to have and to hold
but not me
certainly not me
when you were a
shining vision
of unattainability
I suppose
I've always been this way
always wanted more
wanted what I can't have
bored when I get it
always wishing
always wanting
dragging myself through the pain
in order to say
"look, I survived it
look, how strong I am"
nevermind
that I caused it
so I don't know
if I can deal with
your sudden attainability
don't know
if I can coerce myself through
the boredom of
happiness
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 7:13 PM UTC
When he found out the earth was not round, but in fact straight
He showed that green eyed, pin-straight, black haired, angel-kissed girl
And in return she closed his eyes, spun him around and pushed him off the face of the earth
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC