Be my valentine
Be the one that makes my heart skip a bit.
The one that plasters a permanent smile on my lips.
The one I yearn to cherish, to hold in my arms and squeeze tenderly.
Let me be the one that brings you joy when you are down,
that allows your heart to soar as you are stuck on the ground.
Be my valentine, the mistress of my heart,
the one that brings my breath to a halt as you enter the room,
a mere glance from you, warning my heart beyond anything else.
Be the one that makes me laugh until my stomach aches from laughter,
the one that makes me chuckle in silence with the mere mention of your name.
Let me be the one that mak
Sometimes my mind has the way of messing me up.
It goes all in on making me think about all the worst case scenarios for everything.
It makes these detailed scenarios known to me at all times, especially at the worst times.
Like right now, at 6:32 am in the morning, where I have been awake for 20 hours, it chooses to post me scenarios about the fact that I've felt further away from my friends recently and is now afraid of losing them.
So right now, it has already made me page after page after page, of arguments as to why they would, even more pages about what i did wrong and how it is all my fault. It has made me small clip movies of my wor
I want to write poetry
Just for you
Little cute ones that makes you giggle and laugh
Or long serious ones that makes you realize how much you mean to me
I want to make you understand how much you mean, how much I care, how much I need.
I want to make the words dance around your mind, caressing you and reminding you.
I want to make sure you understand that I never meant to break anything and certainly not you
I never wanted to let go, I never wanted to feel the hole inside me
I fought hard you know, I really did
Fought to keep it small and unimportant
But it wouldn't last, it could never last.
It always grows, larger and larger.
And I alway
I do not wish to go
Nor do I care to stay
I’m at a stand still
Hoping for something to guide my way
Staying will only bring me the pain of your memory
But going would be as leaving you
Most of your things are gone now
Your clothes thrown out as if they have no value
But in secret I keep some
I wanted to be able to feel your presence
As if some of you stayed with your things
Just a small fragment of the things that made you
Well, you.
They still smell of you
The cigarette stench will never be gone
And this spot, this very particular spot
Was made from a coffee cup that I sat to close to the edge
You never yelled though it was my faul