My beautiful squishy heart, is squeezed by loving hands, that hold me very delicately.
My beautiful squishy heart, is full of longing and love for you. Everyday it cries out your name.
I woke with the sun, my heart in a race,
Excitement and dreams written on my face.
Gifts in my hands, love in my sight,
Hoping to make this day feel just right.
I reached early, my nerves all flutter,
The world around us seemed soft as a whisper.
We chased the highway, with nowhere to go,
Just following the sun, letting life flow.
Five hours of drive, laughter in sight,
Moments that made the whole world feel light.
A hill appeared, so calm and so right,
We watched the world embrace in golden light,
And spoke of our dreams, our hearts in a race,
Feeling the magic of that special place.
I gave her the gifts, her eyes sparkled bright,
A pendant, a ring, each catching the light.
In her white dress, like a swan in my eyes,
I knew in that moment, she’d won my life.
On the ride back, the car flying fast,
Taylor Swift playing, memories to last.
Hands held tightly, a kiss in the night,
Stars overhead, our hearts feeling light.
That day etched forever, in laughter and fate,
An unforgettable memory, the very first date.
Inside,
the walls of a rotting
log cabin,
situated in the piney woods,
you lie situated on me, adorning my
neck with soft summer kissings.
While
I pull dandelion
fluff up and out of your
hair.
Cypselae,
that’s what the seeds
are called,
miniature fruits that grant
wishes.
As far as wishes go,
this is my greatest.
As far as fruit goes,
everyone knows what happened
to Eden.
Eve, I diminished our
love into atoms.
And the cabin lays rotting
there still.
Somewhere there’s a
sunflower poking out from
the corner of a concrete
barrier, going unnoticed
by everyone except
myself.
And it makes
me wonder:
They say when
you fall in love with
an artist, you
can never die.
But what
happens when
an artist falls
in love? Do
they continue
capturing futures,
or only retrospective
moments?
Time is an old
concept—or shall
I say, odd?
Because
I see you in soft shadows
and storefront glass, in
wilted flowers I forget to
water, in poems that
end.
I used to paint what
might be, but now I
only trace the edges
of what has been.
They said that love
would make my work
eternal. But no one told
me it would make me
feel so unfinished.
Oh, and
that thing I
asked about
the artist?
You can forget about it.
I think I’m starting
to care less and less
about him.
Have you heard
the one about the
birds and the
bees?
I never much liked
it myself, because it
soured the taste of
our innocence.
Or maybe our
innocence soured
the taste of us.
So much for happy endings,
and so much for love.
So much for innocence,
and so much for us.
You’re an old slow dance.
You’re an old song.
And if I’m being
honest—
I still think back to that
time I slow danced with
your decaying love in
my palms.
And it still
makes me
smile.
If I could go back in time,
I’d go back to when I believed in soulmates
the way I believe the stars in the night sky
guide us to a predetermined destiny.
Poorly illuminated by the moon,
leaving you to seek yourself intentionally.
Well,
I’ve learned you can throw away fate
when you make an extremist choice,
deviating against that destiny.
Like salmon in the springtime,
we kill ourselves only to respawn,
and reinvent new regret
in search of things we think we need
but already possess.
Now,
I don’t mean to come off as nihilistic or depressed,
but I’m slowly starting to stop believing in prepackaged outcomes,
and have come to the conclusion
that only children believe in soulmates.
At least I did when I was a kid.
Now I know for certain,
love only exists when it’s convenient,
and the stars, more often than not,
pick favorites.
Oh, I want to go back
To when forever was possible
When I was still falling asleep on your couch
When our only fears were of monsters in the dark
When we would get so mad at our parents for not letting us have sleepovers
I miss you so much it physically hurts
But I would go through the pain
Over and over
I’d embrace the tears spilling like ink from my pen
If we could just be us again.
It’s not our world anymore, there's more than just you and me
But there wasn’t when we carved our names into that tree.
You stripped me from my innocence.
painted me black and blue you'd tell me that you loved me but honestly it wasn't true.
You told me I was beautiful and that no one else compared.
Expect for the entire naiborhood who would have stopped and stared.
you told me not to tell anyone and even if I dared it wouldn't have honestly mattered because no one would have even cared.
You told me no one could love me and you sore your words to be true.
You stole me from my innocence & painted me black and blue.
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The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you ~ Rumi
To me, you were
my youth.
The remainder of my childhood dreams,
the obscure smiles of benign warmth
the gentle whispers to a tear so meek
the flower bed veiling a breathing corpse.
And I had seen cruel strife
Trees of shade being cut off
Sipping the blues drained of life,
I bore the scars of alabaster loss.
And I was told miracles exist
but people who get them don’t prevail
you lifted me so, I insist
painted my days, thawed my scalding maze
Stringent change left my cries muffled
I was just running, regretting the passing days
But you changed how I saw the world
let me pause, if not stop my ways
You made the skies live
you gave rain meaning.
You made winds breathe
you gave me meaning.
And I-
Loved.
There’s a box lying somewhere.
Somewhere in a dusty cupboard.
Somewhere behind old paper, older words, and wounds older still.
Somewhere no one can find it.
I think about it, sometimes.
Sometimes, when I breathe.
Sometimes, when I exhale puffs of grey smoke and let those rashes bleed.
Sometimes, when in the dead of night, my lashes are wet.
Sometimes, when I’m looking somewhere, lost and stumble upon a sunset.
Apples and peaches,
Magentas and vermilions,
Pearls and emeralds,
all strewn across a cobalt, teal sky.
The sky you loved.
I drown in it when no one’s looking.
No one would understand, anyway.
I miss them reflected in that shard of glass we held together.
The one that broke, in giggles and hysterics, that very summer.
The one that I, upon a whim, hid in a wooden chest.
The one that I, with trembling hands, unlatched years later.
Long after you had left.
And it’s much too late
to go back
Much too late.
My lips have felt so cold, since you left.
My hands seem so heavy, since you left.
My skin feels so dirty, in need of touching by your hands, since you left.
My heart feels so lonely, since you left.
My eyes keep on searching for the reassuring sight of your eyes since you left.
And yet, when you were here, they all screamed for you to leave.
Distant from rest,
our love wasn't the rain ,
not thunder nor quake ,
it resided in profound silence,
to the extent of hearing eachother's thoughts,
Like echoes blending into one,
In these moments ,
found solace and grace ,
a language of Whispers,
Like secret trysts.
But I ruined it all ,
draining the hues from your eyes ,
yours eyes once vibrant ,
now stained with stories unsaid ,
all I glimpsed was blurry lines ,
that's the end of us ,
a love that can't be whole .
Beneath every roses,
I searched for your petal...
That last leaf is my respite,
You are a beauty in my heart...
The soil that shed my tears,
Created that lost rose...
That last leaf is my respite,
You are a beauty in my heart...
Beneath every hearts,
I searched for my soul...
A last respite in my heart.
I love you, or your face is still a thought.
As my perplexed mind feels safe when you are around.
This calmness serene moment answers my existence,
A walk uphill doesn't feel tiring anymore,
Your hand is like an antidote.
An anectode about you can fill my blank pages,
I am thrilled for those who would read about you after we are gone.
If world can't be perfect,
God can see you how you are,
the only exception he made so far,
One day my hands will not remain strong enough,
To save you from heaven's call,
Would I scream in agony,
Or become a co- passenger,
for our next innings in some other worlds,
So far.
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