poems #1

date unknown:

I won’t listen to previous depressions
They are the ones who truly wasted my time
My actions were never for nothing when it came to you
I don’t wish things were different between us because things became different
and I accepted it when I started making my own changes
Thanks for helping me grow
Thanks for poisoning my soul so I could let it mold
Into sharper shapes and vibrant colors
I will always love the shit out of you

july twenty second two thousand seventeen:

I haven’t been sad in what seems like forever to me, you’re an accessory
my love for you is not heavenly even though once I thought it’d be the death of me
I enjoy you in doses, I feel like you know this
once or twice a month we get together
I haven’t been sad in what seems like forever
I’d probably marry you if I’d let myself make a final decision
If I was away for a long time, you’re the first one I’d visit, that’s how I’m feeling
My subconscious will always love the shit out of you

date unknown:

Hard feelings
There was love
There was silence
I don’t hate it
A spark with power
Potential to burn a city
No one got close enough
To feel the heat
We stayed cold
But we kept it red
Kept it pink
We had it all together
But nothing to hold it there
I could never love you

date unknown:

Perfect for the smaller side of me

september tenth two-thousand seventeen:

Do not think that me ignoring you is a game
I simply no longer want to play
But there’s a lot of good of which you are to blame
Human interaction was exactly what I was lacking
And I mean the new kind,
The form a relationship and charm a stranger kind
There’s much for us to discuss, and much for us to do
But you opened the door for me,
and I am gonna do all of those things with someone else in the room

august ninth, unknown year:

I’m taking you for granted
I was drunk last night
I sent you depressed words
Miles from each other, you say for each other
I’ve sent it all before
You’re so good to me
I follow up with electronic words you love to see
There are no fake feelings here
All it’s gonna take is for me to make mine
You’ll come to me as I come to you
Make no mistake
You’re gonna be mine

july twenty second two thousand seventeen:

I miss how much I was interested in you
I take blame for never saying your name after sentences you actually needed to hear
It’s been over a year since I was invested in you
Will you ever be mine?
Probably not, but I’d still waste my time

march twenty seventh two-thousand seventeen:

Is this a goodbye,
or this is murder
Did I kill you last winter
Or are you frozen in time
I sold you my mind
I grew a new hive
I be with my honey as I don’t even trust me
This is not a love crime
I didn’t leave you to be sun-dried
But when I leave you in the desert, wrapped around my arms, my new affair
Was it really fair?
Am I using words to justify regrets,
Am I really scared?
I feel more powerful than our love
You did something to my soul for years
I thought you gave me life but you made me feel like my mortal peers, cheers
I don’t have time to miss you
But I’ll be back for sure to fix you

Help me,
help you,
fix us