yours, yours are lovely
they're so pretty (for lack of a more masculine adjective)
they are so observant
and so caring,
and i can see the softness in them.
they often won't hold mine for long,
but when they do,
their gaze gives me butterflies.
and my stomach turns to knots.
and my heart skip-skips a beat.
If This Helps
written by me, to be read by you
May 6, 2013
February 6, 2013
dying
you told me, once,
that my death scares you more than your own
what you don't understand:
i start dying when you stop living
so live, and you won't need to worry about my death.
that my death scares you more than your own
what you don't understand:
i start dying when you stop living
so live, and you won't need to worry about my death.
February 4, 2013
patience
you might need to wait a while.
these things take time, you know.
but you'll grow while you wait.
you will. you'll see.
these things take time, you know.
but you'll grow while you wait.
you will. you'll see.
February 3, 2013
January 30, 2013
how dare you
don't think about me, if you won't let me dream about you.
do not dream of me, if i can't think of you.
don't think or dream.
before you tell me not to.
do not dream of me, if i can't think of you.
don't think or dream.
before you tell me not to.
January 23, 2013
November 22, 2012
October 10, 2012
September 18, 2012
May 29, 2012
not clique
people like you,
people like me,
they're rare.
few and far between.
but they do exist.
i'm proof.
you're proof.
and sometimes,
once in a few blue moons,
they meet.
we meet.
and we click.
people like me,
they're rare.
few and far between.
but they do exist.
i'm proof.
you're proof.
and sometimes,
once in a few blue moons,
they meet.
we meet.
and we click.
May 25, 2012
April 25, 2012
DZ
yours are interesting.
they do not seem comfortable holding
anyone's gaze for more than a second.
they are also very shifty,
and they look like they are trying desperately
to hide something.
and they seem a bit hurt [past tense]
and vulnerable.
they make me sympathetic.
they do not seem comfortable holding
anyone's gaze for more than a second.
they are also very shifty,
and they look like they are trying desperately
to hide something.
and they seem a bit hurt [past tense]
and vulnerable.
they make me sympathetic.
April 24, 2012
IB
yours are strange.
they look vacant to me
sometimes almost dead.
everything about you reminds me
of an overgrown six year old.
and not in a good way.
everything you do annoys me.
they look vacant to me
sometimes almost dead.
everything about you reminds me
of an overgrown six year old.
and not in a good way.
everything you do annoys me.
April 19, 2012
RS
yours remind me of a small child
they are so bright and curious
and huge. big and always shining
they make me think of innocence
they are so bright and curious
and huge. big and always shining
they make me think of innocence
April 11, 2012
cornea, lens, retina
your eyes say so much about you
i love looking at them, into them,
and studying them.
i will tell you
all
what i think of them.
here.
right here.
i love looking at them, into them,
and studying them.
i will tell you
all
what i think of them.
here.
right here.
April 8, 2012
try???
i've tried.
and tried some more.
i have tried and tried.
i am so sick of trying.
and yet i will try
once again.
and tried some more.
i have tried and tried.
i am so sick of trying.
and yet i will try
once again.
March 28, 2012
i will intercede
your eyes don't shine like they did
"im like an open book" you say
but its difficult to miss
when a friend once smiled so readily
and now it's almost like a chore.
"im like an open book" you say
but its difficult to miss
when a friend once smiled so readily
and now it's almost like a chore.
March 17, 2012
memo
and i cant remember what i wanted to say
and i cant remember what i needed to do
and i cant remember what i had to get to
all i remember is that it was important
March 6, 2012
puncture
i was told today
"you have those piercing eyes"
i will never see my eyes
the way others do.
only through mirrors.
"you have those piercing eyes"
i will never see my eyes
the way others do.
only through mirrors.
February 20, 2012
i am not sure why
i find myself attracted to the outcasts.
the broken.
the sad.
the hurting.
the hardened.
the depressed.
the friendless.
the unloved.
the paranoid.
the ex-addicts.
the ex-prisoners.
the ex-criminals.
the stone hearted.
the ones who rarely smile.
the ones with unreadable eyes.
the ones who won't look me in the eye.
the ones with pain hidden beneath invincibility.
the ones with tenderness behind tough skin.
the ones nobody wants to talk to.
nobody wants to have anything to do with.
those are the ones who catch my interest
and they intrigue me.
and they capture my heart.
and i love them.
until they begin to like me.
and show their own attraction.
the broken.
the sad.
the hurting.
the hardened.
the depressed.
the friendless.
the unloved.
the paranoid.
the ex-addicts.
the ex-prisoners.
the ex-criminals.
the stone hearted.
the ones who rarely smile.
the ones with unreadable eyes.
the ones who won't look me in the eye.
the ones with pain hidden beneath invincibility.
the ones with tenderness behind tough skin.
the ones nobody wants to talk to.
nobody wants to have anything to do with.
those are the ones who catch my interest
and they intrigue me.
and they capture my heart.
and i love them.
until they begin to like me.
and show their own attraction.
February 19, 2012
feelins
i feel neglected,
so forgotten and alone.
and my smile's not contagious
and my eyes don't shine like they once shone.
so forgotten and alone.
and my smile's not contagious
and my eyes don't shine like they once shone.
February 16, 2012
February 3, 2012
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