let me be your best friend,
I want to bury your secrets in my ribcage
I want to have movie nights,
and inside jokes.
let me be your soulmate,
I want to dance in the kitchen,
to get on my tiptoes to kiss your lips softly,
to wink at you in crowded places.
let me be your shoulder to cry on,
to hold you when you’re breaking
to help to stich you back up
let me tell you I hate to see you like this.
let me fight with you,
get frustrated at something you said,
or you not agree with me,
and then making it work out.
let me tell you, you’re my favorite thing
fill the passenger seat in your car,
have messy hair and sleepy mornings
and laugh at the snide remarks people will make.
let me love you…
I planted flowers in my backyard
and painted the walls yellow
I locked the front door,
and told fear she could
find someone else to room with.
The stairs stopped creaking
with the steps of people that abused me,
and I blared music loudly
and opened all the windows
allowing light to finally touch parts of me
I danced, and laughed
pulled out all the old photographs
of what I had, but never quite lost
I have never felt more at home
in my own mind
I get tipsy off tea samples, and you don’t mind at all.
I sang along to the song in the car, and you laughed at my dramatic reenactment.
I am raw at midnight, and we sit and talk on the couch.
I communicate with you through glances, smiles, and winks.
Someday, we’ll drive to the best place to watch the sunrise, and order cappuccinos at a drive thru.
We’ll name the stars, and you’ll paint the sun coming over us.
We’ll forever be set in poetry.
please don’t say goodbye again,
it’s breaking my heart.
I didn’t realize how lonely I was,
until you came and we talked for an hour.
it wasn’t long enough…
and soon you’ll be going home again
when this was once your home
this is heartbreaking,
I have to stop dwelling on the past.
We sat side by side in the dressing room,
tears streaming down our faces,
broken, bleeding, crying for help;
you held my hand, and said we had to stay friends,
fight the impending pages rustling by quickly…
I want to freeze time and stay with you.
I want to miss you every time I see a blonde;
to keep writing you letters with ‘I love you,’ implied in every line.
Life is cruel.
I won’t let it take you from me.
I love you too much.
on key singing;
your voice ringing in my head all week.
car window searching;
it’s your face I look for every time.
my favorite songs tells a story;
that I never heard until you came.
everyone tells me the rumors,
that I never heard from you.
the city lights shine,
like fallen stars.
I wonder where you are,
in the vast sky.
in and out of love;
we got lost before we found each other.
I’m tired of searching for you,
and you’re not even trying.
I am the girl who calculates the risks,
who writes poetry about life,
who sips her tea and tries to
decide if she even has a future.
I am a
flight risk, with a fear of failing.
fear of falling
I hate change,
you came along with your
mischievous ocean eyes,
and spindly hands
and told me
could knock the breath out of you
now, I write poetry for you,
I sip my tea and dream
(boy, with the calm persona)
and, maybe this time I won’t have to run
or bury it away, because I
romanticize and I become overly jealous at times
because, you’ve taught me
change is beautiful