Flux

You grew fond of my prettybut never my essence,and there wasn’t a single thingthat I could do except sit backand watch you steal the parts of meI was still learning how to love

i gave him the moon and stars. but all he wants is space.

He told me he fears
commitment, but the
27 tattoos across his body
convinced me otherwise.

What a strange feeling it is to lie next to someone you hold so closely
to your heart yet still feel so alone

I’m allergic to the pollen that the season births, but at no point did that stop me from making love to you in a wild bed of red poppies that magical afternoon.

A moment I wish I could savor forever, capturing it raw and storing it in a tiny silver box on my bedside table.

would it kill you to just put your pride aside for the slightest second
and ask me if i’m doing okay?

i just wish i would have known when the last time was going to be the last time.

Your Girl

I crave to be the one you want,photograph me in black and white.Run your fingers through my hair,tease me with a bite. Tell me I’m your midnight muse,write about me when you’re alone.Whisper to me all your secrets,feel me in your bones. Pick me up and read me,like I’m your favorite book.Reach inside my darkest thoughts,until the very nook.I wanted you beneath my arms, the night you talked about committing,I clenched my fists and begged to help,but to you I wasn’t fitting.

love is one magical adventure, but falling out is one seldom spoken.