The thing that I loved about you most, Is the way your eyes looked. I enjoyed the look of wonderment they held. I remember staring at you For so long. For too long. [insert awkward pause here] Your eyes were Intense. Silent. Beautiful. Like the way mine danced up your skin And wandered down your neck, along Veins and ink lines And...
I love the way you make my hair stand on end. I love the way you make my eyelashes bend as I close them for a second like flower petals in the wind. And the way my eyes dilate when you softly press your fingers against the pin cushion that is my heart. The way you mold...
To look at your words and think #jerseycity is all rainbows and sunshine. Fuck that. I can’t deal with it. How are you "famous" For being the lamest? Can’t take criticism for the life of you. Everything you get is a gift. You aren’t lucky. You sacrifice others for the sake of yourself. Selfish instincts Got you thinking...
This little Red velvet Sweet tongue of Yours is what's out of control. The way you roll it Like it's candy in a vat and Sugarcoat it. Gently casting this silent glance On the motions Full blown emotions Coursing down rivers and waters And streams and oceans Because the Candy Man can. And when I'm done gloating about how wonderful...
I've got to step on your toes With my pinky fingers Walking down the tracks Where a man deliberately Got run over by a train This elephant That donkey I'm sick to my stomach Neither of them are right But I'm not right either I'm indecisive Walking down the tracks Built by blood ...
Tonight we sit in the silence of disappointment It doesn't echo like the comfort of snow It's miserable. Darkness comes an hour earlier, Stocks plummet, Dead presidents roll in their graves. Many took bathroom breaks from parties And returned to funerals. We shelve our books And unlock the weapons from our armories. Rewriting reality For what...
You are the piece of memory I preserve To take me back in time of days of people, Who as of now, Never were. And in deep It pains me. Like the running of a tap, Like the twisting and tightening of your vocal cords and the congestion in your chest. As your stomach turns...
Because something beneath him was rumbling. Too distant to be his stomach. Too close to be his mind. His heart skipped steps like skipping stones across still lake waters. An awakening of sorts. I wished for you, she said. I wished that you'd have two brown eyes and be true. I also wished...
I'm so tired. I'm tired of writing poetry about you. Poetry that confuses you And uses me Like needle-fine thread that breaks through the crude of me Like ribbon-type vines that climb up walls And crawl like little pink paws. Baby, you're so pretty when your time isn't wrapped up in someone that is...
Let that boy tell you 'bout his ego. Let that boy's swag make his knee pop by accident. Wanna walk tough and tall, Baby better talk the talk. Cause you ain't nothing yet. If you trip, don't fall, Cause your pride gone be too heavy to help you back up. Still a...