Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The only time I see you anymore is when I close my eyes : But I see you there more often then I did when you were around
My Wanda beloved, Though my eyes are fine and my legs still walk as they always did; The roses seem to not bloom quite as large,
Love is always quiet
The most taboo in love is that they both fantasize about each other's future, but they always think about each other's past.
Crying to the Universe
I will love you until the day I die Is a promise, and yet a curse For when I cannot connect with you It upsets my universe.
A closed door
Men, come and go from the souls Women who love them It's like he's waiting for them at the door Good and naive Ten more women,
I’ve come to realize that maybe I don’t dislike people, I’m scared of them. I don’t know where the end of self and the beginning of them should coincide. When there is a restless energy, my soul begins to shiver. It does not know that our two souls are separate. So when our timetable quakes and I am thrown beneath it while the other spirit isn’t, I feel disconnected. And when that soul decides to crash this jet because of an unfit passenger, the jets within me crash too. I can not separate an event outside from one inside, and this is where my cursor on a blank page begins. To put some of the inside into the outside and maybe they can find equilibrium in the atmosphere.
Fuck High Society- Make Me Your Whore
The cultured class has spoken warned, but I don't listen my hankering for being used could use an intervention fuck my better judgement
I know you love me And you still do But please stay when I ask you to On days like this When I'm weak and tired And when I can't hold on anymore
Day by day
Some days, some days I feel like I’m drowning. Some days I feel as if I can’t do it. Some days I feel trapped, suffocating.
She's the one who leaves her perfume scent in your bedsheets. The first pair of eyes that lock with yours in the morning. She hides her face in your sweaters, and never forgets to kiss you goodnight.
Days Only Stay, for 24 Hours
What has you up so late? Is it all our nostalgic conversations you can't seem to shake? The smile of mine, that has carefully been placed in your mind? The side of me, that you love so much? Don't twist and turn in bed darling, it's not a nightmare.
Sober From Love
Using your name seems like a violation, speaking is a burden and sleeping is crucial. Living on dreadful sleeps, dried tears and heartache. Falling a mile a minute in both directions. To the person who stole my daydreams and the one who kissed me goodnight. It's like the illustrator forgot to draw the rest of our scene.