I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOUR LIPS FIRST....
the way they would crinkle into a smile at only the sight of me
like i was some type of elaborate, gaudy christmas present
sent to you by jolly old saint nick himself
you saw my sparkly gift wrap illuminated by every sunrise and sunset
a bow atop my head like the one you used to
shoot cupid's arrow through my heart
and every kiss felt like waking up on christmas
an exhilarating, whirlwind of excitement
that just wouldn't disappear
no matter how much i wished
that you weren't the one to make me feel all weird like this-
i don't think you realize
how numb i was until i met you.
my heart was enclosed in a icebox comparable to omarion's
then you willingly came forth with your lit match and you stood with me for days...months...until i thawed out
now i'm beating loud enough to hear at all corners of the world
i'm human again,
then my heart starting winning battles with my brain again
leading me to the misguided thought of you as more than just a friend
spinning scenarios in my mind where you end up being "that one special guy"
but reality decided otherwise
you brought sun into my world
and now when i look at nature
all i see is remnants of you
like scattered ashes
the curve of your smile in the ripples of the lake
the twinkle of your eyes in the stars
i know it was selfish of me to slip my happiness into your back pocket like it was your responsibility
cause when you left i thought there would be only half of me
and i'm trying, trying to build it back brick by boring brick
constructing a comfortable house of self-love to tuck myself in at night
so i don't have to depend on words that are never said
events that will never happening
and love that will never requited to drag my heart out of hibernation
but now i'm doing fine
i manage a lovely fireplace just for me
seasoned firewood letting off sparks of hope, optimism, serenity...
it's beautiful to see something you've worked on for so long
come to fruition is front of your own two eyes
but the saddest part of it all is
even though you left me in the dark
.....I'D STILL LEAVE THE LIGHT ON FOR YOU.
YOU ARE READING
coconut oil & chamomile tea
Poetry{ they say the best inspiration comes from pain, right? } these are a collection of poems about love (& other equally as intoxicating things) that i've written. it's updated whenever life inspires me to put pen to paper (or thumb to i phone notes)...
