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Love is fickle;
Love is not always kind
in fact, most love isn't completely blind.
We share the contrary notions with such ardour
thus we all forget that
human nature makes love
**much harder.
Does this mean
you think of me
as a friend
or as a
potential girlfriend?

*I'm confused.
I wish I could
have a piece of you
forever in my pocket
so when I take it out,
I feel at home
simply by smelling it.
Do you know that amazing smell you smell when you hug someone you truly love? I wish I could bottle that stuff!
Me encanta cuando
mi sudadera me abrace.

I love it when
my sweatshirt *hugs me.
We need to speak more in
terms of endearment.

More honeys, darlings
sweeties and dears
don't appear to be important
but they are.

Love can be so subtlely
slipped into conversation
by simply placing a
term of endearment
after the phrase
you wish to say.

I'm tired tonight, dear.
versus
I'm tired tonight.

*There is no comparison!
I like guys with tousled, unkempt hair
who can wear baggy sweatpants around me and still look as dashing as ever.

Someone who can deeply talk about anything from flying pigs to french toast, inspires, and touches my heart the way nobody else can.

Someone whose eyes speak volumes and
whose gaze warms me like a fire in the dead of winter.

Someone who loves me and truly cares about what I do and who I am as a person.
I will find other worlds
outside of this bubble
that I live in. This
"security bubble,"
this "incubator"
until my parents finally decide
to let me experience something
on my own without being a tourist.

To travel to India, South America and wherever I want.
Mom and Dad, I guarantee you that
I won't come back skinny and gaunt.
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