I don’t like love
Now hold on don’t get me wrong I love love
I’ve just never been able to like it
Like my halfway house got stomped down when she walked by
leaving me a clean slate
a blank page
a empty notebooks with her name
so baby pleaes turn me into your diary cause I want to hear about every single shitty day
Come on let us be every single one of those fifty shades of grey
Talk about obsession
talk about Insane
I’ll cure you depression if that means I can stay
We can watch something mid-western
I’ll be there to feed you grapes
im seeing this way more then just a blessin and a couple pretty days cause...
those hands are really starting to look a lot like the back of my neck
and your lips the bridge of my nose
And those hips be eroding my mind like the ocean on a sandy stone
now my dyslexia has always made numbers look strange
But i swear to god your digits are seriously starting to look a lot like the home
They say there’s something in the water
But I think there’s something in this poem
So keep swimming
Cause theses words the shark infested, seeping with desire, soaking through the bone
I don’t like love
Could never play it cool
even just looking at you makes me want to over share every single detail of my childhood bedroom
I’m sorry baby if I’m boring you
But my lips will never stop moving because I fear if they do
You’ll think this conversation is over
And then I’ll have to find a way to get over you
But I’ve never been a good jumper
So you’ll have to hold my hand and will walk it through
dont worry cause if you ever have any doubts baby
I’ll dip it in honey and oats baby
kiss it on the nose
Turn ur around and send it to school
And its true, they might come back in the late afternoon but by then they will have learned a thing or two
like doubts can turn into roses if you keep on addressing the roots
Baby I promise I'll always address you...just let me undress you
I’ll always respect you... just let me disrespect you
And I don’t mean this to sound rude
I just really wish I could hate you
Cause it would take way less effort then it takes loving every single thing you do
I don’t like love
fuck I don’t even like you
I can only love love
so come on baby
let me love you
About the Creator
Goldie
Addiction to my pen sweeping cobwebs in my mind
The brief feeling of structure when my thoughts start to rhyme
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