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.”
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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.”
Girl.
I’m not the sad girl. I’m the girl you can rely on. I’m the girl who’ll listen to your stories and always laugh at the right spots. I’m the girl who nods solemnly and gives you advice. The girl who keeps all of your secrets but gives none of her own. I’m the girl youContinue reading “Girl.”
I swear I don’t blame you.
Your voice gets snappy, grates on my nerves like skin on sandpaper. No doubt you’re mad about something. Maybe class, or another fight with your mom, or maybe you’re just mad because I’m mad. Why am I mad? I’m not sure. Something’s itching beneath my skin, eating my patience like a five-course meal. Turns outContinue reading “I swear I don’t blame you.”
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”
Beginnings
Generic, inspiring quote. — Person you’re vaguely familiar with I’ve never been very good at starting things. Books, text messages, relationships, always feels way more difficult than they should. That first spark of inspiration, that initial idea, always falls short of my reality. The words needed to introduce myself always get stuck in my throat.Continue reading “Beginnings”
Midnight Musings 