hang up the phone before it gets too heated before you say something you mean but weren't ready to mean it weren't ready to make it official to officialize the thoughts in your head your head is aching from words left unsaid unsaid as in you wanted him to say it but he didn't and … Continue reading 11:48pm
Category: Gallimaufry
a happy poem
and i think im not much of a writer when im happy because although i could write about how your complexion glistens in the moonlight or how your eyes say i love you without words or when your lips coat mine, i get a sugar rush of sweetness i think theres a certain beauty to … Continue reading a happy poem
i love you—a messy poem
Relationships don't have rest days Say I love you Ask them how they're doing Take them to dinner Rub their feet Scratch their head Whisper dirty secrets Indulge in guilty pleasures Like Fortnite on a school night Or Netflix on a Tuesday Call her beautiful Call him handsome Call her Call him Say good morning … Continue reading i love you—a messy poem
closure.
and finally i understand after two years worth of living why you left i called you selfish called you crude called you names i always refused to say out loud but i understand now i understand you left me when i needed you most because what i needed from you most was to be let … Continue reading closure.
touch my skin and let me breathe again.
I was drowning before I met you. Submerging into the depths of my despair. And despite your love, I stayed there. Counting the seconds until I could no longer hold my breath And you tell me to breathe But it's harder than it seems. I take one look into the mirror And let my wild … Continue reading touch my skin and let me breathe again.
a short poem.
Inhale under water And that feeling sums us up
dead end depression—a messy poem
Constantly trying to escape To places, to people Without reason Without cause Without purpose There's no way out because there wasn't suppose to be a way in Four corners two closing in Look both ways before you cross ceaseless traffic Pray to God you make it over safely. Pray to God you make it. Pray … Continue reading dead end depression—a messy poem
Oh, baby, baby, it’s a wild world
The grass is always greener on the side you never make it to. At least, that's what I used to think. But he says I've got it wrong. That the grass is always greener on the side you choose to water. And all at once, my world changed. I looked at him and smiled. Asked … Continue reading Oh, baby, baby, it’s a wild world
San Diego Baby
I want to be blonde with bangs and a tattoo that says San Diego Baby A wardrobe that obsesses over pastels and sneakers And a necklace that whispers my name in soft spoken letters Live by the ocean and run on the pier Longing for the day where “there” becomes “here” Collect daises and dandelions … Continue reading San Diego Baby
B.K Laurel 