I take one breath and the tears snap at my ankles One rolls down my cheek, another forming Where there’ll eventually be crows’ feet. Another breath, I’m knee deep In thoughts of you and me, Salty water rising lazily One more breath and I’m sunk to my waist Each touch, a memory Every kiss a lesson And my lungs, submerged Yet another breath and I can taste my tears All of my...
My first thought is always That I hope you’re safe My first wish that You’re happy and well My first prayer that you’re Always that way My heart rate quickens My eyes narrow Be safe; be happy; be well, My love
You’ve never kissed me Quite so tenderly I felt as if you Didn’t really want to leave A hand on my arm, Another on my leg Softness, silence
Your eyes, blood red. Every vein, every artery pulsing with desire. Your most primal need, voiced so plainly, making my heart pound with longing. Wanting your hands on my skin; rough, urgent. How do I fast forward a year? Seeing you is essential. My ivory craves your darkness. The sky bleeds a thousand shades of blue, a million shades of ecstasy. Each drop is our mutual lust. How do I skip forward...
I hope your lips taste of my mine forever.
I smell you on my fingertips, I taste you on my tongue.
You say what’s on your mind and it hurts me, so you take back your words because you still want me there when you need me to be.
Being far away from you is going to be so strange. I’ll be free to think about whatever I want, dream about whoever I want, love whomever I choose and smile whenever I feel like it. I can’t remember what I used to think about before I met you, and I can’t imagine what I’ll be thinking about in September, but I’m eager to find out. Being far away from you is going...
There’s something you’re not telling me, something you’re not saying
I said your name in my empty house. I stood where you used to stand, where you took my face in your hands. I was alone in my empty house, without you. I guess now I’ll always be without you.
I made the mistake of letting you in again. I let myself fall for you again, and I let your kisses carry me away again.
The one who knows your body, who holds it like a secret. He is the one you love.
June, be kind. Don’t hurt me like you did last time.
I put so many words into every touch.
Seeing death and tragedy hit so close just makes me want to tell you I love you. Not through texting or messages or any form of technology, but to your face, so you know that I mean it. I love you, now and always. Sure, it’ll fade eventually, but it’ll never go away completely. Because real love always remains.
My first love, my one and my only The softness of your skin on mine, so holy The taste of your shoulders, your cheeks, your lips Holds me here, on hallowed ground Lying in your arms is where I want to be found.
I want to meet the girl I would have been, if I had never met you.
I love you bravely I love you selfishly I love you sadly I love you madly I want you to be happy, I want you to cry I want you to know you’ll always be mine. Even when we’re old, even when we’re taken Even when we have husbands and wives and grandchildren Know that a part of my heart Will always want you, as it has from the very start.
Everyone is on the side of the lover. Nobody will root for the loved, save for his lover.
I’ll pretend that when you laid your head Upon my chest you wanted to hear my heartbeat. I’ll pretend that every soft, secret kiss was meant to Show me how you really feel. I’ll pretend the light in your eyes when you look At me is love, I’ll pretend every feather- light Touch is a prayer from you to me. I’ll pretend to keep the hope alive, because darling Your...
You wake up and for a second it’s alright. Everything’s fine, you tell yourself, he’s just a few presses of some buttons away. Then you remember his promise, his commitment to someone else; you realize that this is how it is to feel completely alone. One pair of lungs, one pair of ears, two eyes and only one heart. Even though you never really had his, it was nice to know that...
You can run but you can’t hide; I’ll always be at the back of your mind.
Spring’s coming The flowers, they’re blooming The sky clears, and my heart’s beating The Sun comes up and the birds begin to sing The grass grows and the trees give shade The streams flow, the rivers race In every creation, I see your face.
I could sing you a simple song And tell you how I’ve loved you, It’s been you all along But would it even matter?
The smooth skin, the haunted eyes. The long fingers and the flawless smile. The dimple in one side of your cheek. The way your fingers become your hands Become your arms become your chest. The hollow at the base of your neck. The poison in your words, the drug in your scent. The taste of your lips, almost a year ago. Your laugh, your pride, the fact that you know.
I didn’t think anything would ever mean this much to me; I look in your eyes and I can hear the piano riffs as the violins wail.
The Sun comes up and it’s a new day, but my feelings still haven’t changed.
I don’t think you’d ever be able to answer all the questions in my head.
Closing my eyes is starting to hurt too now; your face is imprinted on the backs of my eyelids. Not in its entirety, but in tiny, vividly detailed pieces. Your eyes, your lips, your hairline. The stubble on your upper lip. Your being is starting to sink into my bones; how will I forget you now?
It’s a strange feeling, this. Needing you to leave me alone but wanting to die every second I’m not talking to you. Wanting to breathe in your scent but hating the taste of all the other girls on your mouth. Feeling like I’ve been through everything with you but facing reality; we’ve hardly ever been together. It’s a strange feeling, this.
I’m insecure, impatient and I have 206 jealous bones in my body. But if you promise to love me back, I’ll never leave.
Motes of dust Magnify my lust Make me want to find you Make me crave your touch Motes of light Open my eyes Take what’s always been there Make it hard to define
Leave a candle burning There’s no time to explain Turn out the lights I’ll take away your pain
Silver sounds, golden eyes Black hearts and crimson tongues Vermillion skies and shining blue seas Jaded words and sunny smiles
Flowers have feelings too, they feel each petal fall to the Earth. Flowers have feelings too, they know how it feels to hurt.
The point was to make you forget me. But you haven’t forgotten. The purpose was to scare you into not wanting me. But you still want me. Somewhere deep inside, I know that I also told you I loved you because I hoped you loved me too. But you don’t.
You remind me of the beach. Don’t ask me why, but the subtle melancholy of the endless shore strikes a chord in my heart, much like you do. The sadness in your eyes is what pulls me to you, in the same way that the sea always comes back to gently touch the shore. I need to feel your arms around me and know that we are kindred, to be the shore to your sea.
In September, it’ll be over. We will both have moved on, to new towns, to new lives. Except there is nothing for you to move on from, and I’m scared that I won’t be able to take the leap alone.
I used to let it out only at night. But lately the seams have been coming undone, and the light’s been coming out at all hours. I’m being held together by gossamer, and every glance at you slices through another thread.
Who gets to decide what love is? To me, it’s simple; love is everything I feel for you, aggregated into a symphony of sights and sounds. It’s the tone of your skin, the light in my eyes, the dimple in your cheek. It’s the rise and fall of your chest, the feel of your fingers in my hair. The hollow at the base of your neck, the parts of my body that only you have kissed. Love...
Sometimes your scent finds its way to me.
I remember the first time I dreamed about you. You’d gazed at me and smiled like we had a secret, and I had felt like I was on top of the world. Now you look at me like that every day, and I want to cry.
Second by aching second, I watch the days pass me by. My life’s passing me by. I sit here and I wait for the day I’ll never see you again; it’s fast approaching and I don’t know how to stop it. I don’t know how to stop this.
Knowing you care, but feeling like you don’t. Seeing it in your eyes from across the room, we never say a word but we share so much.
A blink of your bright eyes, and I’m hypnotized.
It’s sad to think that all it would take for me to forgive you is some white roses and a genuine smile. The kind you used to give me last year. The kind that used to make my heart rate double. The kind I fell for.
All the fire is gone, ashes have taken your place. It’s strange to think that all this time, my eyes never once left your face.
You probably don’t know that I remember, but I do. How could I forget that the day you lost her is the the day I lost you?
It’s like someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes. Your gaze, I confess; it’s electrifying.
You were the stars in my eyes.