Written in the Stars
No lover willEver Love youAs much as I do.
Outlandish, I know.
Because this isn’t even optional Love It just is. Otherworldly shit.
I don’t get to choose not toLove youLike this.
Soaked into my skin, my pores, my cells. I have tried every possible Way To get you out.
But now I realise It’s just not up to me.
I finally understand That even when you run,I still feel y...
Just a boyJust a boyJust a kissJust a touchJust a fuckJust a momentJust a mistakeJust a second oneJust a thirdJust got betterJust got worseJust a promiseJust a lieJust five yearsJust one last timeJust a final goodbye.
CanvasMy lips were your canvasWrapping me up to captureYour strokes were perfectly executing my fearsThough my mind was shallowYou retrieved the wholeness in meWith every color I ...
Your fingers play a melody on my bare fleshMy hip your phantom pianoBut the song remains hidden from meAnd you forget that I am hereYour lips crush mine, teeth scraping my neckMy body a thing to pour your lust intoBut your eyes remain closed to meAnd you forget that I am hereThen we lay in the light of your phoneMy back for you to rest your hand onBut your thoughts remain blocked from meAnd you...
When I was drowning in the darkYou lit up my skiesWhen I was dying inside my headYou pulled me out, aliveI can’t help but feel likeI don’t deserve youI can’t help but feel likeI don’t deserve you I’m just so scared Of being vulnerable I’m just so scared To seem weakBut no one is perfect in this worldNo one is perfect but youPerfectly imperfect that’s what you areMy savior my blessing my soul
Pandora’s Box Has My Heart
Pandora’s Box has my heart by Kisslyn ShermerWhen I’m not around him, my hearts starts sinking. He’s my float.He makes me feel like a fire, alive. He’s my gasoline but he’s the keeper who tames my flame. The only flame that burns, just for him.High like the most dangerous drug, his eyes hypnotic as they shine and sparkle like clear blue oceans.His arms feels like home. He makes me feel safe and...
Skin On Skin
You were all that mattered in that moment,finally here.Part of me, apart from me.An overwhelming love,I could have drowned in it,but no,I poured it out onto you.Skin on skin.From my veins, love poured into your pores,From the tips of my fingertips onto yours.Skin on skin.
you may be the first but you’re certainly not the last person to lodge themselves into the inviting right atrium of my heart. perch on it, kick your feet up, ill cushion them with my blackening lungs. sit comfortably. rest your head on my cranium- you know you’re always on my mind? when you decide to leave i beg you tread lightly. you dont. my spirit crushes beneath your sole. no, go its fine. ...
heart shaped arrow
eros had his heart shaped arrow aimed at you, mum. the bowstring trembled with the strain of his anticipation, waiting for the pink, newborn mess of me to draw her first breath. he shot home, and when i opened my eyes to a world id never seen i saw you, and that was it. my first love. my last love. all my loves in-between.
the first time I loved
The first time I loved I loved his car and the feeling of his hands under my bradidn’t really matter whose they were The first time I loved I liked the way it sounded to hear my name roll off his lips and having somebody’s arm round my hips didn’t really care if it was going anywhereThe first time I loved it was a drug I took to drown out my own thoughts of course i knew better than to think ...
The Message Man (15 Miles)
After over 3 months 4 breakdownsOne too many midnights and broken laws later I have come out from the umbrella and into the rain Under the stars and over myself Caught, 15 miles between you and me.
Eyeing the message man behind his message stand dodging bullets left and right,Because everyone shoots the message man. Juggling predictable talk with people made of honey, throwing sugar on them t...
I'm sorry you're not my first loveI'm sorry the first time I felt butterflies in my stomach,My name wasn't in your voice.The first time I let my fingers interlock and my hands be enveloped The thumb stroking them wasn't yours.I'm sorry my first I love youWasn't for youAnd the first time I learnt what blushing wasIt wasn't your name that my friends teased me with.I'm sorry the first time I looke...
Maybe I should’ve known we were destined to crash and burn into flames, flickering into nothing more than a faded spark. You gave me a led weight to carry in the centre of my chest, before you even gave ‘us’ any kind of title. A weight stuffed with crying, waiting and wondering. Five-hour phone callsbefore the sun woke, but no texts reached my phone once she’d taken her place in the centreof t...