the reason I haven't forgot
about all the sweet things you've said
and done,
is because you have.
you won't come back for me
and I still love you.
you said forever
and that is hope that fuels me
while I wait for it to come true.
there is a wild fire
in my heart
and eyes.
blazing like crazy
with all my dead,
broken thoughts
and insecurities
contributing as if
they were branches and leaves.
I don't even put up a fight,
warmness inside makes me
feel so bright.
I light up in the darkness of the night,
don't worry,
you're the one who made me ignite.
for once,
say i am a snowflake;
fragile and
cold,
awkwardly unique.
but even if I was a snowflake
or not,
I melt every time we touch.
Each day it gets
Harder and
Harder
To wake up.
But the thoughts of
You
Keep me going
Like coffee in the morning.
They say love is in the air
So I hold my breath
Till my face turns blue.
Knowing you'll
Hold your breath
Too.
Because you don't think
You're loved
So you don't breathe.
And I know you're not
Breathing
So I don't either.
To the fact
That I wait around
Oblivious
To the fact
That I still care
And so oblivious
To the fact
I have always
And will never
Stop
Being here.
I am the sand
You are the ocean.
As the storm comes in
You pull me back
Into you
Again
Every full moon
Makes you a bit more crazy,
But I can't stop you
No matter how many times
You come back for me
I can't help
But go with you
Away.
You are like a cigarette.
You make me weak,
Numb.
And as you destroy my insides,
I smile like a fool.
So I'll light you up
Twice a day
And you'll ruin me
In a bitter sweet way.
They say you have
To love yourself
Before you love anyone else,
But here I am
Loving you.
I want to have fun
Go out with people
Do crazy shit
And not regret it.
I want good friends
People who bring good vibes
And fun times
One or two "ride or dies"
I want a good laugh
When I'm in my darkest moments
Corny jokes and childish puns
Keep me happy till the morning sun.
But most of all I want love
Not just a one night stand
A ride or die, bubbly, fun person.
It's be nice if they could cook too.
too bad it's the middle of june
and my Christmas lights are still up.
for once I'm sober, but you're still on my mind
you're no longer a drunk thought.
I thought you would go away when the vodka did, or the jack daniels, or even the Jose Cuervo; but all the alcohol is gone and the thought of you is as stong as the first sip of grey
goose.
you're eyes are bluer than the ocean on the clearest day, and I'd kill to be the only boat sailing through them.