Im at the other end of the phone crying
Feeling so fucking empty
Like you just finished picking all of my insides out
I wonder how you can say one thing and mean another
I wonder how your heart turns to black overnight
Even when I feel this empty i still crave you to fill the void
But I can’t make your light bright
When mine is dying out.
I chose to heal with you.
To paint my skin with your love.
Kiss your eyelids for the rest of my life.
To pull me inside and bloom in salvation.
This is my homecoming.
-I love you
You remind me of the man I wished for. But you’re nothing like him. I could never wish for you because you are far more than just simple. This is love as soft as a summer breeze. Patience sings at ease. A touch as honest as the promise of a night sky. Words that bring safety to a broken soul. A love harder to forget than my own name. Its like everything I ever questioned was finally home.
I know I love you because I write poems in my head when l’m with with you.I cannot wait,it’s like you pour these words in my mind and all they want to do is come alive. Not the roses are red and violets are blue type of stuff.But the type of poems that make you feel like everthing you want to be. You make me become a poet so effortlessly.
He doesn’t love you. Happiness doesn’t taste like your tears at 3am. Happiness isn’t a reflection of your insecurities. Happiness isn’t about forgiving when you know you shouldn’t. Happiness isn’t about making that man the “one” when the only one that needs love is you.Happiness won’t make you feel empty when he’s not around. He can say you’re beautiful, and that he needs you you but darling he doesn’t love you.
I loved you so much
I even gave you the love I had for myself
That is how love hurts
It doesn’t care if it leaves you with nothing
It makes you feel like you lost everything because you were nothing
-How I loved you
When I made love to you it was like poetry and that will kill her. She will never write for you like I did. Her words will never touch you like mine did. My words will keep caressing you at night and in your sleep you will recite them. She will hear you and try to be kinder, more interesting but she will never be like me. Her body will never excite you like mine did and neither will her mind. You will try and love her the best you can but in the back of your mind; you will be wishing you could say my name aloud one more time and instead of her I reply.