this cheap love poetry I’ve been writing
is showing how much love I can spend
“I don’t know if I ever told you this” she whispered, in the middle of the silence and between her too loud not to notice heartbeats, a shy smile built up in her face. “But I write poetry.”
“Poetry? Like with rhymes, funny words and all?” she could feel him smiling, and that made her laugh.
“No, not like that” she told him. “With feelings.”
“But what if it’s me? What if I have this completely wrong idea of how things should be?” She said, with teardrops falling from grey eyes.
I knew that feeling all too well. Doubt. When things start to go wrong over and over again, you stop and try to find an excuse for your lack of success. But I also knew there was nobody to blame. It’s better to believe some things go wrong for the right reasons. Isn’t there a quote or something that states there are far better things ahead than any we leave behind?
“Let me give you something to think about” I said, facing her tears. “I really screw things over with my first boyfriend. I wasn’t sure if I’d like to spend the rest of my life with him… So I decided to break up, saying to myself I should enjoy life and have some good, old time kind of fun. And I sincerely thought everyone eventually would go through that phase. But I was wrong. There are these people, these amazing kind of people, who know from day one what really matters in life. And it’s not sex, or just pleasure. It’s what you feel. And you already know that, while some of us take an enormous amount of time to discover. So take your time. There’s no clock ticking for you. You know what you want, and you’ve waited until now, so trust your feelings, trust yourself. Because there’s no one in the world better than you to know what you need.”
You’re too kind, thank you!! I did, and I love both of them! Truthfully! You should post more of your writing :)
Wow, I don’t even know how to respond to that. You’re the first person ever to say that to me! Thank you!! I’m really happy you like it :) <3
But what if the two of us
were simply small pieces
of a whole, or
different shades of one color,
destined to belong
and to be okay with being apart?
I was taught that if he didn’t talk to me first, I shouldn’t talk to him at all, even if I wanted to. They told I’d seem needy, or desperate, or too into him. So I’d wait hours, and days, and weeks until seeing his number on my phone. Even when I thought about him every day. Because I was taught it’s what he wants that matters, not the other way around.Isn’t that something?
I want to throw you against a wall, wrap your legs around my waist and kiss you. Kiss you until we have to stop to catch our breaths. I want you and only you. I want to take you on road trips that lead us to pulling over on the side of the road because we can’t keep our hands off each other. I want you and your flaws. I want your messy makeup from teary eyes as I hold you and talk to you about life. I want the 3am phone calls because you can’t sleep at night. I want to be yours and only yours. I want to taste all your cooking, even if it’s not good, even if it’s experimenting I’d have you cook every meal for the rest of my life. I want you. I want my trembling hands to grab your waist and dance with you in the middle of an empty room. I want to struggle on days when I can’t see you. I want to fight about meaningless stuff that will lead to meaningful sex. I want you. I want your hand to rest on my forearm as we enter a party, so I can reassure you that you are safe with me. I want to sing to you in the shower and have you shut me up with kisses because we both know I’m no singer. I want the ups and downs, the winter and summer days. I want you and only you(via melaniesanta)
Tonight I saw you again.
Not on the train,
or the streets, or on
that little square of grass
we used to sit to watch the sky
among tall buildings of a city that burned too bright
to let us see stars.
Tonight I saw you
through the words I wrote
to describe your hair and
the way you’d always smile at me
before leaving for the day.
I saw you in rhymes and
metaphors, and the way you marked my body
in ink, scarring me in a way
only you could.
I saw you
while looking through mountains
of memories, and I recalled the way I keep them
deep within my blood,
and it broke my heart.
a problem to solve.
You were lost and
I’ve always loved to
discover new things.