Tag: love poem

me without you

there is no me without you;
 my dreams have always been
 about you; anointed, i am 
dizzy, i fall asleep with a smile 
on my face. reluctant, i wake up
 angry because i was ripped 
away from you; your embrace 
is all i need. tangible quandaries 
disappear and words like i 
love remain corporeal. you ...


emotions ebb from me in waves, raw emotions drown me in flames. desperate to be set free its cage, a monster awaits to come out and play. but what if i want more than bated threats and somber eyes? who will look upon me and mourn, when I die? summer flings are for the songbirds ...


even when fear stalled my tongue, and anger took reign, you saw a flower that refused to break💕🌸 Advertisements

conversations with him: 0.05

my first thought is you, when I open my eyes, alone in my bed. when you fuck her, I pray for your health, wrapped in my frustrations and jealousy, alone in my bed. It used to ache, the pain but I've learned how to live with it, bleeding profusely from a wound that has me ...

conversations with him: 0.02

  you were never mine 
and that is fine. but 
before the stars fade 
and the dawn wakes the 
sky, am I not allowed to 
think of you, wrapped in my 
legs, your arms around my waist.... @amateur__poet Advertisements


You were so transfixed with how the firelight touched my eyes... you were the wick to my candle; with each smile, you melted every time 🔥🌸 @amateur__poet   Advertisements

daffodils and daydreams

<daffidols and daydreams> I want to give you my love, and everything in between.
 If only you weren't a daydream, 
I would tell you these things: I love that I can love you so easily, so necessarily, so simply, even when it's from afar; on the other side of the bar, from the crest in ...


  Memories taste sweeter in daydreams, but when you look at me, i forget who i am, i forget, i forget how to breathe. i’ve studied about love, under a tree, wrapped up in a quilt stitched of stars and dreamed why it seemed so easy, almost like watching tv. books stacked up high, rustling ...


  you read my poetry without every truly reading it. you saw me without ever needing to turn a page. lines and lines of my soul etched in ink, you took one look down and saw more of me then i ever thought.how do you do that? know me so well when my mouth is ...

bleeding heart

plumpy and tender like a bleeding heart, she dripped truth from her lips like milk and honey. rosettes dot the surface; slowly, sin coats her lips, he could not help but turn her chin and take a lazy sip. with the flick of the tongue, and a promise that lingered like a phantom breeze, they ...

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