Love Boyfriend Poems

I’ve run into this truth three times now
I know I’m hard to love.
But every I love you I ever gave
Was carved from the depths of...

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I’ve run into this truth three times now
I know I’m hard to love.
But every I love you I ever gave
Was carved from the depths of...

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On that day,
the heavens split in silence,
and from the void descended a clock,
not of metal, not of clay,
but of time’s very flesh,
beating between us
like a...

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My eyes rest upon your face, never wavering
My heartbeats, in accord, with yours
My feelings, I wear upon my sleeves
So, claim me and make me yours
Love...

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This message is someone’s story and from observing their story, it inspired me to write about it. Hopefully this can help someone else who may...

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Trapped in my head, I'm stuck in my past
Of you and me, fighting with our memories .
I want to reach out, but I can't pick...

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“what hurt the most?”, he asked.
Struggling to hold back the tears that were threatening to resurface I replied,
“I’m not sure but, maybe it’s the fact...

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We’re not dating—
but you heart-react to my stories like it’s a full-time job,
send a “you up?” at 12:47 a.m.
then disappear like my willpower at a...

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My cosmos collided with yours, a destined spin
You're the melody that completes my skin
In dreams, I see our eyes locking tight
The universe whispers 'he's yours,...

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When I open my eyes, I want to see you next to me,
Forever and always.

Your arms are where I belong, in the darkest of nights...

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from winning a fortune
to receiving a text
my emotions can’t predict what’s next.
a breakup, a letter and one more message from a mother 
why are we...

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Clasped like babe on breast to suck
As ancient forces blind
Cleave white and shadow one,
That force of love to bind.

Palm to lover’s palm conjoined,
Those partnered dancing...

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We all have inner and outer lives.
They’re messy, hopelessly intertwined, and more
than mere mannequins to hang our word-art upon.

I’m supported, in my unwritten life, by...

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Why do so many old pens love to write,
bright light comes from a lens.
Many write to their old friends.
How about to boyfriends?...

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The way he gazes at the moon, 
Doesn't quite feel right; every day he has a different tune. 
I envy his starlight, the perfect fit...

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