i still hurt but you do too

lover boy<3

i love you in the mornings/ and i love you in the nights/ i love you in between the sheets/ and i love you standing in the lights

you’re full of soft lines and hard edges/ the curls at the nape of your neck/ the broadness of your shoulders/ all enough to make me a wreck

You’re the only muse to me/ enough to inspire a lifetime/ together we learn to live and to love/ do you promise to be forever mine?

Growth

my vision is blackening/ my head is floating in the air/ waiting to be sunk down/ nobody is here to care

catch me as i’m falling/ i ask, scream, shout/ the only response is the wind/ i crash no doubt

I wrote this at a time when I hurt so much but couldn’t let you know because you were to blame. You were hurting me to the point of me screaming in the shower and pulling out my hair. Since ceasing all communication, I’ve begun to sing in the shower and love myself more than you ever could. You taught me about judgment through your faulty actions, so I took that and learned to stop judging so harshly. I’ve grown so much more without you, and I thank god for that. If all I need is to burn what’s left of you, then so be it because I deserve to be able to. I’ve learned to love so much more deeply and live without doubting myself since I’ve stopped talking to you. I’ve finally stopped screaming and crying and pulling. I’ve finally been truly happy.

The Lifespan of a Book

I said I was done burning your things/ But that was until I found a book/ The orange and pink cover is yours/ I’ve just given it a blackened new look

I really hope you don’t mind/ You can have it back if you want/ It was left behind in my room/ Staring at me as if to taunt

There were some minor annotations/ In chapters I’d rather not discuss/ I can send you the address/ Before I turn the rest of it to dust

reminiscing

your bedroom is no longer yours/ it belongs to your childhood/ the photos on the wall are a past you/ along with the friends whose laughs were so good

all your anger has finally faded/ it’s a refreshing kind of peace/ old enemies are now a story to tell/ that part of life has already begun to cease

every promise made has since been forgotten/ either faithfully made or fully broken/ and yet you can’t seem to care or remember/ instead, you collect them all like a token

it’s well past midnight tonight/ i’m sitting criss-cross on my carpet once again/ everything has a tint of nostalgia around me/ i can finally smile at all the memories from then

i love you

you are the slope of your nose, darling/ you are the wave of your hair/ you are the curve of your hips/ you are the physical appearances you bare

and yet, you are the IQ of your mind/ you are the quirks of your thoughts/ you are the ups and downs in a day/ you, my dear, are more than a series of snapshots

I wish for the blemishes amidst perfections/ I wish for your touch, it’s much kinder/ you are everything and never nothing/ my love, let me be your reminder

my last and final words

i’ve finally started forgetting you/ yet i still want to scream everything i felt/ yell until my throat runs utterly dry/ until my vocal chords start to melt

i’ve burned every picture on my wall/ i’ve written you so many letters to send/ yet i won’t let you try to defend this/ i ripped those words to shreds

all of my paper is filled to the brim/ i’ve called you so many names/ i spelt out every wrong you ever did/ and yet you still won’t take any blame

one phone call and i could be satisfied/ i could cry out all your faults to a tea/ but let you would win at everything?/ god forbid the person to fix you is me

i can’t hate you more than anything/ i won’t give you that ability/ i love so much more in this world/ and i hate you but oh so differently

summer nights

summer nights and thick air/ no fireflies, but mosquitoes bite/ yet we kiss away any welts/ along with the thought of morning lights

our hair reflects off the fire/ as mine swings around my shoulders/ our cups sloshing from laughter/ moments couldn’t be any golder

to think august has come/ and crossed the horizon/ i know soon the future will too/ the thought make our chests tighten

for now, it’s you and me/ the ease of summer may fade/ but let’s cherish the moonlight now/ for we are stardust and forever made

breathing novels

we’re living a breathing novel/ unexpected cliffhangers/ led by the next chapter/ where we meet new strangers

inevitably the dire question/ of when will it all just end/ and yet we hope for more stories/ and ask for a series our dreams penned

in this life we have authored/ each of us flips through pages/ and burn through all the bad ones/ as well as dog-ear the best ages

by the end of mine, i flip back/ onto the dedication/ i think to the earth and its people/ and thank them for their navigation