i told my friend
i stopped writing about you,
and it’s true, i know.

but darling, i sometimes want to try
of writing again to prove that the way i felt for you was strong enough to stay,
like the love i had for you was
strong enough to make you mine.

— writing of you a few more times before i learn to forget how

[ written in an imaged state of mind ]

I smother daffodils between my fingertips,
Forever ignoring the scalding sunrays,
As they lap softly on my burnt skin
(Watch them tremble at the things I’ve been)

And soon, when dusk paints the sky,
I reach out for another page, another quill,
Another time, I sit by the windowsill
(Watch the day flicker when I write of sin)

Darling, people around me must find it funny,
Oh, how I live like a devil and claim that I’m a fairy.
(I held you like the darkness; at least I held me softly)

Your hair is woven through
The breaths in the air,
Darling, it’s beautiful,
But something’s just not there.

Watch the sky crumble
When it sees the way you smile.
Watch this soul be revived again,
Oh, you make it feel alive.

darling,
we’re mature teenagers,
let’s be honest with each other.

i’ll tell you if you got
something in your eye,
and you tell me if there’s still
a chance you’ll be mine.

deal?

i used to tell everyone that my poetry was derived
from every book (that i never read),
every movie (that i fell asleep watching),
every love story i came across (especially the almost ones).

darling,
i so want to go back
and tell them
all about you.
you.
you.
you.

These fingertips were painted with all your warmth,
It stayed like home and kept me like dew.
If you give me a chance, I swear I’ll tell you
(Darling, I used to write for the world but now I just write for you.)

“I know of too many worlds and every one has you in it,
But dear, matters of the heart were never one for us.
My warmth may freeze and your house may crease and mark
(But is this really love or why I’ll leave you in the dark?)”

My heart was carved from aphrodite's sins,
And the glass pieces discarded
In the landfills of human regret.
I didn't think you could destroy it more, but here we are

Darling, if I had to love once more,
Never,
Never,
Never again
Shall it be as ~~desperate~~ beautiful as this.

Dandelions dripping down your lips,
If this day was the last and I had any love left,
I’d use it to write the whole stars for you
(Even if it never mattered where we were through the blue.)

Losing you hurt
Just a little too much for this weak heart.

And darling,
When our hugs stop feeling like cries for help,
I swear to the world, we’ll be alright.

~ a lover girl who doesn’t want to say goodbye so she says see you never.

And if she was just a little less beautiful,
maybe I would have agreed
she’s just like all of us,
that she’s just like me.

oh wait.
but we both fell for your smile.
your eyes
your eyes
your eyes
guess we’re much more similar
than I used to think.

You’ve got the good kid running around spewing your name into her poetry.
Doesn’t that make you the villain?

(Darling, I need someway to get rid of your thoughts, and I’ve decided maybe hating would be the best one)
Just wait until lover girl realizes that there is a very thin line between love and hatred

And I hate this because it seems like I’m falling in love again.

sunlight in her soul.

and here I am,
falling for your brown eyes,
over and over again.

how ironic.
doesn’t sunlight make brown eyes look like pools of honey?

(maybe you’re better off with her after all.)

I can’t find even a bit of him in anyone I see.

This is a world of love, desire and beauty.
Actually, no.
This world was his,
And I was living in it.

Call me pathetic,
I’ve been looking long enough.
Call me poetic,
Because writing ‘bout him doesn’t seem tough.

Sunsets seem like they miss,
What the earth looked like, him by my side.
A perfect night, hug and maybe kiss,
He stood by me as the tide.

Calligraphy in his pocket,
I think I’ve reached the limit.
The warmth in wearing his jacket,
And the way in my heart, he was lit.

Maybe I was on a luck spree
Because how else could I have seen,
This beautiful mess in here
And whatever it is,
We could have been.

Silence in every letter from then on,
God knows I didn’t expect a reply.
Give me a sign that he’s here with me
A cry, smile, or even a sigh.

And
This must be what missing him feels like.