I get it. I’m bland. I don’t deserve compliments. So long as you like having a mediocre boyfriend i’m okay with that. Just answer my questions when i’m trying to get better. And It leaves a big hole when you don’t say it back.

I just wanted to call because your miles away, but my ******* mistakes made you put down the phone. I just wanted to hear you because I miss you like hell, but i’m starting to think you don’t feel the same way.

Let the pitter patter of rain applaud our summer slow dances as I run my fingers through your frizzy Halo hair.

And you, the queen of all things good, bring joy to the stars with your infinite kindness and your unmatched beauty.

And I, the king of confidence, could not have taken the throne if not for the flower crown you placed upon my head.

So let the water we dance by reflect the stars we have painted, and dance only together, and dance only forever.

I'm on the 11th floor
Staring out of windows
Because it's better than staring at walls.
And I'm listening to your songs
So I can miss you more clearly
Because missing you is better than missing out.
You're a summer stranger that I know so well, and I want to lay next to you so you can play with my hair.

Missing you tastes like bitter Boston coffee.

I just want to cuddle with you as I watch you look at the stars. And your eyes will fill with wonder as you look up at the sky. But still the nights beauty can only come second best, because the prettiest girl in the universe rests her head on my chest.
I want to wrap my arms around you as we awe at shooting stars. And we make the same wish, unspoken but still ours. I want to lay in a grass bed and give you the universe and my heart, I want to read you all of my poems because you inspire all my art.

Stars and rockets and a grassy bed are what your smile leaves me thinking in my dreaming head.

I know how deep these roots can grow, and I know I can never change them. But next time when you're feeling down, remember that I wrote you this poem.
I call you pretty every day because I want you to know the truth.
These plastic models on Instagram have nothing on your beauty.
You're belly button is adorable, that's why I poke it so much. I'll stop if it makes you insecure, but know that I do it out of love.
Your body sets the standards for me, and nothing will ever compare. A girl that fits perfectly in my arms is a girl who outshines the world.
You unintentionally exaggerate thought because the world has sent you fear. But the only thing anyone thinks when you walk into a room is how beautiful you are.
You are so ******* stunning, and I love you to death. I know this won't change how you think but at least you know how I feel.