You are why i think rain and sunshine
are more beautiful when they are
combined.
a short list of things that remind me of you:
I. The way stars contrast the night sky
II. The way a storm sounds like what you feel but can't put into words
III: The way dandelions were still growing in my yard in winter
IV: The twinkle of lights above my bed when I wrote poetry about you at 2:22am
V: The way the moon phase changes and I get to sit and watch
VI: The taste of nicotine and the smoke that appears on exhale
8:50pm
I saw her at this dumb dance. Found out she is talking to some boy. He has a dumb name but I kinda do to.
She looks fucking gorgeous. I want to kiss her and tell her she's pretty.
But it doesn't matter anymore. Half of me wants her head on a silver platter and the other half wants her head between my thighs.
I can't choose whether to hate her or slowly die out sadly. Love is strange and hard.
I don't think I like love, it always hurts.
So. Fucking. Bad.
I really hate how I continue to write poetry about her like fuck how desperate and sad do I have to be to still be pinning after this girl.
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Poetrylove /ləv/ noun 1. an intense feeling of deep affection. lust /ləst/ noun 1. very strong sexual desire. miss·ing /ˈmisiNG/ adjective 1. (of a thing) not able to be found because it is not in its expected place. 2. (of a person) absent from a place...
