unrequitedlove
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Will it forever be this way?
Will rebels ever be able to —
If to mind — were play!
Will ever figure the heed?
Perpetual! Mate!
Watching the blue of the evening turn velvet
Indigo lingering like my unspoken hope
and
it is easy
to love you
in the fantasy
i’ve formed
in my mind,
for under the protection
of my imagination,
we are together.
we are perfect.
we are infinite.
Do not fall in love with a sandy haired, blue eyed boy.
He will clumsily walk along the edge of the sidewalk with a stick in his hands.
Awkward laughter lingering in the cold of february,
She closes her eyes, takes in a deep breath.
She’s thinking of all the excuses she’ll have to make.
And all the reassuring comments.
“There’s just something in my eye.”
“Yes, I’m sure I’m okay.”
From your sincere kindness
To your imagination
I will always love you, Lion
Even if you do stumble on your own two feet.
Everything you do is done with such careful precision that it just seems unreal
No matter if there is sun or rain,
the doll smiles through the display case .
It wears a cute red dress and a ribbon of satin lace .
Passerby stare at it in appreciation,
Or perhaps it's her pure deliration,
I’m the girl with the
Ink stained hands from
So much writing
But you wouldn’t notice because
You’re so far away and you
Only know what I tell you and
You’re oblivious to everything else
You reached for my hand one morning,
while you were sleep,
as I just happened to open my eyes.
Your fingers found mine gently,
too shy to intertwine.
And as the sunlight lay across
3:22 and it's not you lying next to me
you're probably sleeping just fine.
Eyes just barely closed and
fingertips inches away.
Soft snores telling dreams I wish to be in.
But when I open my eyes
I’m so sorry that I can’t be
Everything that you want from me
I’m sorry that I’m left trying to say
No, in the very kindest way
I get so confused, and I don’t understand
This beating heart aches with each breath I take,
The pain is unbearable to my soul.
I am drowning in this fiery lake,
And this person I am is far from whole.
Each day, I steal many a glance at you,
((We're hanging here by our nails and our toes
while the lights flash red and the feeling goes.
I don't if is been the movies or my friends,
I have recently become an addict for a woman's fur,
their beautiful skin and beautiful lips make me go crazy,
if only I had a special girl that could fulfill my thirst,
The print has faded
From the movie ticket of our first date,
Just as our love has done.
I still think about you
The star light twinkles
The dreary waters quiver
I am at peace
Flashing lights dwindle
My heart is beaing faster
It is time to shne
Lost but never found
To my desire,
Is it even possible?
I hate you so much.
You are the crimson fire that burns angrily in me.
You are the bush of thorns growing around my heart.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was one of my very first poems I ever wrote, please bear with me as it is not all that great.
The secret signs you imagined
The signals you gave back
The special smile you thought was solely for you
The feelings you thought were there but it turns out lacked
The way you felt when talking to them
I wanted your love
Mentally, I begged, cried, and dreamed
Of the day you would realize
You were meant to be with me
Opposites, these two things are, like winter and like summer
But like in marriage two contraire things will bond with one another
You may not even be able to imagine arctic flame
Or think an icy sun is impossible and inane
It has been an era since I have gazed
Into the mirrored eyes of morning.
The thought lingers in an ocean
Of fruitless expectation.
The yearning, thirsting shore
Waits untouched by equipoised waves
I held your gaze—
Transfixed by you—
Because in your eyes I saw a sea—
And I was engulfed by your waves.
Those clear sea foam orbs,
Like the nebulae in our universe,
I think I’ve seen you in my dreams before
I remember red rose buds at your feet
As I drifted with the tide down the shore
Your coy whispers running over repeat
The windows to your soul like kryptonite
She's got rock star style with that beauty queen flare.
She has my full attention with just the flip of her hair.
She's got a lot of class, I can't even deny.
It started with a “Yes”
All you need is a “Yes”
Best three letters, Y-E-S
We talked for an Hour
Loving you is like trying to cash a voided check
The daunting weight of everyone looking as I try
I formed the line and filled out one of those pink slips
Yet I was utterly and effortlessly denied
It felt so real, it could have been true—
The way his arms caressed me, strong, never letting go.
The rain like pellets fell, dancing— around entwining torsos;
Surrendering lips knew nothing but each other.
As I whispered sweet nothings
into your ear
and held you closely
as you cried,
I fell unbearably slowly
into a deep love with you
from which I knew
I would not return.
Rain washes me away
Melting away my indiscretions
Exposing my vulnerabilities
And carrying me to places unknown
Thunder drowns out the cry of my heart
Silencing its call
Stifling its every desire
As I sit there listening to them talk,
I wonder am I good enough,
To be apart of this family,
That no longer know who I am,
Or what I have become,
A female apart of Humanity that is no longer understood,
As a child we learn about love,
between a woman, a man and the sun.
Pure and sweet as a dove,
oh what a sick pun.
No one taught me that song,
I learned it on my own.
Now you claim I am wrong?
“I stand in the cold wind driven rain,
Hoping, nay praying, it will rinse away the deep heart felt pain;
Staying the tack and straining against the ship’s wheel,
What sly, sneaky dogs gentleman can be,disguising themselves to others to have a sort of innocent fluency.
But what man can truly stand with his girl and not look at another,or struggle not to?
Tell me all your secrets and tell me all your dreams, but when daylight comes render me unseen.
Give me your burdens and I will put them to rest.
You have my ears for the words you are afraid to speak.
Anamaria runs through my mind but stands apart in my heart. Her kisses are like liquid oxytocin.
Has anyone ever realized that the easiest poems to write are about depression and love?
It's a sinful inferno that blazes higher and higher,
it takes a toll on my heart,
it nearly tears me apart.
People see angel wings,
I only see other things
like acid laced lips and,
feelings go unrequited because you have high standards, havent found anyone quite like it. now your fate decided, you're striving to find someone thats trying, to understand you like they're psychic. they come around, but you never buy it.
We stacked sugar cubes to look like little-us statues, then
demolished them in our fists and crumbled them into your tea.
It was the melding of one relationship into another,
Sunday mornings are my favorite,
always.
There was no rush, and I got to spend
my time in your corner, exploring the
dark that creates your light.
We move slow, savoring each moment
until we go.
Three friends walk side by side
No one knowing what the others hide
The first wants a pet Giraffe
But he feared the others would laugh
It was his biggest dream
And he swore they would only be mean
Sometimes I think you love me
and other times you don't.
But as time goes by
I realize that you won't.
