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vanessa Dec 2017
The day I first met you, your smile made me melt. I remember how you told me I took your breath away, I have a feeling I will always remember that-- Our first meeting.
As if I was an enigma of sugar and dandelions when I've always been roots in other boys eyes.
You saw me as a sprouting vine of sunflowers.
Falling in like with you has been a beautiful adventure, you make me think outside my box and you make me laugh like I've never been hurt.
I could get lost in your eyes for hours in comfortable silence.
Looking at you makes me wish I had met you sooner.
As I get to know you, I can't help but have flowers blossoming in my stomach.
Each thing I discover is like the next piece to my puzzle.
The little things are slowly becoming my best kept memories.
Like your catch phrases, or the way you like too kiss with gum in your mouth, or even your profound love for donuts.
If we'll last I have no clue, I have a bad habit of getting my hopes up for a love that is never ready.
All I can do, all I will ever be able to do, is hope. Is that good enough?
Laying with you until 5 am laughing at nothing is my favorite mid morning hobby with you, even between groggy morning breath and a warm embrace you still manage to find my hand and my waist.
I've never felt so safe in a pair of arms, I see the whole nine when I look at you.
The hours of being hypnotized by your cologne have left an imprint on my brain, I think I'll like the smell of you for the rest of my life.
Your dark curly hair is the nicest bed head I've ever seen, even when it's in an unruly state, you still look like a painting.
I've fallen for you faster than autumn leaves have fallen off trees.
If I were a bee and you were a flower--would you give me your honey?-- Even just for an hour. Can we hold hands through winter? And bloom like spring? I think I'd like to love the seasons again.

(v.m)
vanessa Jun 2017
I gave my innocence to a boy who told me he loved me after only two dates.
The boy I loved at 13 still sends chills down my spine and although I'll always love him, I'm no longer in love with him.
I spent a year in love with a boy who used to call me every night and then I was left haunted by his echo and the dead silence of the phone.
I dated a boy who took me up a mountain to feel alive but secretly wished he could swallow a bottle of pills.
As you can see I was quite used to the idea of handsome strangers loving the idea of my poetically charming words and sincere sense of loving.  I was used to being compared to paintings and angels. I was used to being courted and cuddled, and also used to being told I was shallow and shrill.
I was used to not being good enough or way too demanding.
Although I know now I am nothing but the most beautiful parts of a poem.
The pauses at the ends of sweet words, and the carefully crafted  run on's you dare not speak. I am the beautiful beginning and the tragic story never told. I am the girl with the Mona Lisa smile and the heart of doves.
I've been told a mosaic of beauty is something only a statue can possess. I've read that love is not to be whispered and pain is not beautiful.
I've spent countless years trying to discover the constellations for the right kind of love affair.
I've whispered secrets to strangers I don't want repeated. I've loved boys with brass hearts and devilish desires. I've walked through my own museum of love and made notes along the way. I've shared stories of every beautifully brilliant boy I have ever crossed paths with, I just hope that someday they learn to appreciate what it's like to walk through a museum of harsh truths, pitiful pain, and I hope they look back and remember me for all the good things I was, and the way they're eyes used to light up when they'd look at me, god I miss that look. I hope they remember the storms and the sunshine, and the new beginnings of my fall, I hope they remember the Christmas lights when the planets are aligned at exactly midnight and wished they had loved me more

(v.m)
vanessa Jun 2017
When he let me go he said it was because his will to love was even  weaker than his will to live.
He needed time to process the art of living I suppose
Or maybe he just wanted to be clever instead of saying he couldn't imagine me holding his hand in an aquarium anymore.
Last time I saw him I had no idea this was coming.
I saw him only 3 nights before he ended it. I remember he laughed at me when I cried and begged to kiss him just a-little longer. I guess now I know why he didn't ask for pleasure that night. I guess now I know why he didn't say "i like you" back as I laid across his lap fully exposed. I guess now I understand why he always stared at me across the table with a longing look in his eye. I remember that night he kissed the middle of my spine and i remember it being the wildest form of intimacy I have to date. Although his kiss didn't put me on cloud nine, only one boy has done that. I am grateful he has left me onto better things and better beings. I don't think I loved him but I do think I learned what it's suppose to look like. I think it's suppose to be remembering small things, and dreams of road trips, and 9am breakfast runs, but I also think it means giving your heart willingly and fully. Something his self harming heart couldn't give me. So thank you. Thank you. Thank you for walking me up a mountain, thank you for showing me I deserve the flowers that bloom at the very edge of the hilltop.

(v.m)
vanessa Jun 2015
You came into this world kicking and screaming, crying and alone...some people will leave this world the same way. Some will find a love who sets them on fire. Some will get buried under the pressure of living. Some will leave us too soon when you wish to god you had just one last chance. Some will move away from everyone and everything they know and end up finding themselves buried beneath branches somewhere in Ohio. Some will fight and scream at the moon until the ocean settles into their skin. Some will hit their head into concrete trying understand why people leave and why things change in the blink of an eye. Some faces will fade and some hands will linger longer than they were supposed to. Some may not remember what it felt like to sit next to you at 3 am strung out and close. Some may not be able to forget the look of your loving eyes. Some may race with bullets and some may tackle ghosts. Everybody dies in a different way. Everyone's life is another ocean we have yet to sail on. Don't underestimate the love of your soul. It can save someone. Maybe they won't have to leave this world kicking and screaming, and crying and alone.

*vm
vanessa May 2015
You liked a boy with big brown eyes and three older sisters. You were five and you had butterflies. His mother was always very nice to you. He used to call you shrimp and chase you around the playground. He was named after that part of a fish they use to breath. He grew up riding horses and learning to be a man. He didn’t pay you much attention as you got older, but that only strengthened your growing affection for the boy who used to make fun of you because you couldn’t cross the monkey bars. He found out you liked him because it got around one day when you were nowhere to be seen. You were embarrassed and sad, how could people be so cruel. They made fun of your feelings and laughed while you just wanted to run and hide. You felt alone and you were eight. He ignored you after that and looked at you like you were an insect. He ended up braking you.
You liked a boy who sat next to you in homeroom. He was older than you by a few days and had the same buck teeth you did. You were eight and you couldn’t stop staring at the mole by his mouth. You became close and everyone knew it. Two years later things had changed quite a bit. You were now strangers. Your feelings for him still existed, you hid them all this time. He dated one of your best friends. He found out you liked him at ten, you wrote him a letter and gave him your heart. He showed his friends and laughed right in front of you, then ripped it up and threw it in the garbage. He never looked you in the eyes again. He ended up braking you
You liked a boy who lived on your block just one house away. He had black curly hair and skin as pale as a ghost, He looked just like his mom and had the loudest laugh you’ve ever heard. You were nine and he made you feel like a kid in a candy store. He was one year younger but you got along just fine. He’d hangout with you until midnight just staring at the stars. He found out how you felt three years later. He stuck out his tongue and made a disgusted face. He ignored you and when he did speak to you, he was cruel and cold. He ended up braking you.
You loved a boy with a windy deposition and carefully thought up lines. From what you understand you’re the second girl he’s ever loved maybe the first but you’re too awkward to give yourself too much credit. You were thirteen when he took your breath away. He loved you across cities and with each passing year you grew strong together. He said he’d love you like no tomorrow, he spoke too soon because as he grew into a beautiful young man with hazel eyes and soft skin he grew apart from your loving ways and the eyes he used to spend hours getting lost in. He promised you he’d never leave you but then one day he stopped returning your calls. He ended up braking you.
You loved a boy who smoked to not remind himself of how bad he used to get made fun of growing up. You were sixteen and naive when he poisoned your soul. He said he knew what pain felt like because he loved a girl with scales for skin and snakes for hair, but she wasn’t love, she was lust fueled destinations with no intentions of something real. He used you for his addiction of skin on skin but never wanted to hold your hand. He kissed you with no emotion but you were too caught up in him to care. He looked at you like you were meat, not like you were the light of his life. He treated you even worse, he made you hate yourself more than you already did. He said he knew what pain felt like, but then he ended up braking you.
You loved a boy who listened to you like his favorite song and fell in like with your pain. You were sixteen and in recovery from stress related pains and a boy with glass frames. He never said you were the one but he was there so you decided to try. His life wasn’t amazing but it felt that way every time he looked into your eyes. He tried to comfort you from the boys who broke you, saying he too knew what it felt like. His story was the perfect disaster, he didn’t tell you everything but he told you enough until you felt okay again. He said you were the cutest thing he’s ever seen although I guess that’s different than “I promise, I’ll never leave” but maybe thinking you heard him say that instead made you feel better inside. He left you in December, all you had left was his sweater. He never said goodbye all he said was “I can’t do this anymore”. You felt like you were about to die. He ended up braking you.
You loved a boy with curly fry hair soft enough to run your fingers through. You were eighteen and waiting for something special. He said when he first met you he was so nervous his hands were shaking and his voice was cracking like he was twelve all over again, he was only hoping you didn’t notice. He kissed you on your first date together and asked you to be his later that night. He was an open book about his life with you. He called you his little sunflower and listened to your breathing on the phone when you fell asleep. He told you everything would be okay now, he even wiped your tears. He called you drunk one night and told you how scared he was of losing you and that he needed to hold you right that second. Three nights before he left you he took you to the sea and kissed you at the top of the Ferris wheel, you’re favorite place in the world. You felt you heart explode just like the night sky. You were sleeping when you got the message, your heart dropped to the floor. He flew back to the girl with spider web veins who harbored his heart in a jar. He made you feel at peace but then he ended up braking you.
You liked a boy just a few months ago. He wore a leather jacket religiously and slept in between note taking. You were eighteen and seeking someone to heal all past aches. His eyes changed colors but your feelings for him never did. You had so much in common, from music to family right down to your sense of humor. He always looked you in the eyes as you spoke and listened to you like he hung on your every word. You hung out alone only twice together, you were high and when he laid beside you, your insides went insane and you got goosebumps all over again. You were half asleep playing with his hair and he tickled you nonstop. You told him you liked him that same day, you asked for things to not change. He only replied “I kind of figured and I don’t see why we wouldn’t be friends”. You went to school confused only to be ignored for weeks on end by the boy who used to look back at you like you were sunshine. He hasn’t spoken to you since. He ended up braking you.
…I’m sorry my dear…
(v.m)
vanessa Jan 2015
The first boy I ever loved used to set my skin on fire but now all that fuels me when I look at him is hatred, he's not the boy I fell in love with, at least--not anymore, I thought I saw him the other day...with her...but it wasn't him for split second though my heart kind of stopped, it felt like I couldn't catch my breath my hands started to shake and my nerves welled up. I think everytime I see him whether it's now or in 20 plus years I think I'll always fall back in love with the boy I think I see. That kind of makes me happy, that also kind of makes me sad. Please don't fall in love with the boy that makes your skin feel on fire, he'll only burn you in the end.

*(v.m)
vanessa Dec 2014
His favorite old band shirt rests somewhere in my drawers although now when I wear it my heart no longer breaks and I no longer wear it crying myself to sleep.
The boy before him gave me his sweater and a soft peck outside my house just after sunset but both of those things are no longer in my possession and I feel fine.
The boy before him made me carve my emotions into my skin however that's  not all he gave me I also developed a fear of being touched by boys with guitars and rugged looks but it's now been a year since he destroyed me and we no longer speak I must say I'm doing okay.
The boy before him well I think I've finally done it.. I think I've finally let go although it terrifies me to ever love another boy with baby soft skin and piercing forest eyes, we have not spoken in some time now I doubt he has even noticed because of this the fire in my lungs is still burning but it's gone down to a simmer...I don't know if we're dying out and I don't know where to go from here but I do know that I'm done chasing the boy with the birthmark on his right lower calf and I'm going to be alive, even if it's without him.

*(v.m)
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