love – Midnight Musings

The worst kind of love.

I’d rather be anyone else If it meant you’d look at me The way I look at you. The worst kind of love is jealous love. I’ve been there- and always seem to end up there- in that place where I’m just not the one. I overshoot my expectations, wind up wanting what I canContinue reading “The worst kind of love.”

I’m always falling.

I’m always falling in love with the wrong people. The people I can’t have, the people who can’t have me. The people who look at me and see nothing, or see too much. The people who can only love a person half-way. I’m a sucker for a broken soul. A soul that hurts and opensContinue reading “I’m always falling.”

Work of art.

I get lost in the little pieces.

You don’t deserve my love.

I’m warning you to be careful with me. I don’t mean careful like you might treat a newborn baby or a box that reads Fragile on it. I want you to be careful with me the way you handle broken things, like cleaning up a jagged piece of glass. I’m made of something far tooContinue reading “You don’t deserve my love.”

I sleep alone.

I’m no longer a part of you. You’re a long, sleepless night, trapped in my head, tossing and turning. You weigh heavy on me like a blanket, forcing me further and further down. You stick on my skin like the sweat of a nightmare. I’d rather just sleep alone. You’re an avenging sunrise, beautiful andContinue reading “I sleep alone.”

To my dream-lover:

Sleep like a gentle current, Like an ocean Inside my head, Submerging my consciousness. – I find you Beneath myself, Beneath the waves, Dragging me under. – You feel so real Against my fingers, But you’re not real When I open my eyes. – I look at you, Awake, And I don’t know Who youContinue reading “To my dream-lover:”

Pavement

Maybe it’s stupid, but I keep thinking I can write our love into existence. Every time my pen meets paper, it’s spilling with want for you. You’re a mystery, but if I can just lock you down with words, maybe I could figure this out. If I just carve our passion into poetry, it’ll bleedContinue reading “Pavement”

Shoes Like Puzzle Pieces

Shoes Like Puzzle Pieces – I’m sitting next to you And I glance down, Surprised to find that our shoes are Fitting together like puzzle pieces. – How could I not have noticed, As our feet nuzzled together, Curves sliding inside curves, until it all Clicked together, smooth as skin on skin. – At leastContinue reading “Shoes Like Puzzle Pieces”