When I was trying to be everything you needed, you treated me as if i wasn’t exactly what you wanted. When i fought for what he had you kept telling me i was nothing but a brat...now that I’m no longer fighting i know you feel the emptiness in your chest, that’s exactly how i felt every time i cried my self to bed.
You are the burn of a paper cut,
on my highly sensitive skin.
A sharp pain, a quickly drawn ****** line.
You are the cold of a brain freeze,
on a hot summer day.
A few seconds of a heart on fire and a mind on ice.
You are the slams of my heart against my ribs.
Irregular, too fast, breathtaking.
And yet you are the ecstasy of my thoughts.
A trigger of uncontrolled feelings,
a spread of joy.
And I want more, and more, and more.
I really wanted to believe that you were the one for me but something deep within told me that i was a fool for even thinking such thing. I tried so hard to force something that i knew just wouldn’t be, i wanted to believe that you and i were meant to be.
your dark ocean eyes
surpass the depths I have known
will your tides be here?
if I ever scared your waves,
will you want to conquer fear?
You can't own Love,
but Love can
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.
When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.
If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.
But most people don’t see it.
Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.
The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.