my fingertips ache for the perfection you represent to every nerve ending in my heart
i miss the sound of your voice and the dramatic feeling of your skin on mine
i wish we could stay intertwined forever
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my fingertips ache for the perfection you represent to every nerve ending in my heart
i miss the sound of your voice and the dramatic feeling of your skin on mine
i wish we could stay intertwined forever
iâll never be able to explain the bad, maybe thatâs because iâm too naive or wishful by looking through rose tinted lenses. but the good? itâs⌠astounding. itâs comfort in your presence, itâs twinges of happiness found in the most precarious things that i define as all things âyouâ. i see the bad, i do, but itâs nothing compared to the good. thereâs this addiction to your skin, this attraction to your lips. things as simple as breathing and footsteps fill the room in my head where the warmth reminds me constantly of what we have. and this may never make sense because quite honestly i donât think i have the words to describe how amazing it is to love you, and to be loved by you. your blindness to your worth kills me, and even if it never happens, my determination to seeing you believe in yourself is constantly undermined by the sacrifice of the wrong types of chemicals flowing through piece by piece of your brain. this may sound demeaning or insulting but i swear to you i could never mean for it to. i have so much hope and faith in the happiness we portray together as us. i see so many good things in the future that i so desperately wish we could build together. i hope you see this some day and maybe understand that thereâs so much excitement to you, even though you call yourself boring so often.
letâs go on a trip.
bring your bright eyes, in the sun they shine like smooth mint gum
bring your soft hair, which contains tints of red only few manage to find
bring your faded scars, the ones that hide the battles you experience day by day
bring your silky skin, the gentle barrier between mind and body
bring your warm hands, that choose to hold mine rather than reach for another
bring your searching fingertips, the ones that glide around searching for a comfort within
bring your brilliant mind, the one that wins seemingly impossible battles
bring your rosy lips, sweeter than honey and refuse to hide their own emotion
bring your sweet sighs, ones full of calmness and satisfaction
bring your angelic giggle, not a full laugh but representing joy nonetheless
bring yourself, the kind, gentle, strong, beautiful, loving and comfortable soul who matches my weird so perfectly
i pushed you as far as i could
as fast as i could
to give you the chance you deserved
while i choose to sit back and contain my emotions, reserved
i did what was best for you in the moment,
despite feeling as though youâre just using me as your source of entertainment
now youâre angry at my lack of commitment
but i resent these things that youâve done
you pushed and you pushed now i should just bite my tongue
i want to meet your mom and go w to pay for when you guys get your nails done
i want to hang out w you and all your friends and just watch you laugh
i want to come over at 2 in the morning to hold you because youâre too scared to sleep
i want to wipe your tears when youâve had a bad day
i want to learn your orders from all your favorite restaurants
i want to lay in bed with you and argue over who has to go make breakfast because itâs too cold and neither of us want to get up
i want to kiss you in the rain and then laugh about how cheesy we are
i want to stay up laughing about stupid videos we find on facebook
i want to watch scary movies and fall asleep with the lights on because weâre too scared to turn them off
i want to fall asleep on facetime and listen to your cute little snores
i want to spend days taking pictures of you goofing off around the city
i want to go to parks and push you on the swings
i want to melt into your arms the same way i do into your milky chocolate eyes
i want to run my fingers through your hair as the sun rises
i want to protect you from all of the hate and hurt in the world
i want to go to walmart at 12 am and run around playing hide and seek
i want to go to the beach and run my fingers across your smooth sandy skin
i want to make playlists and go on road trips to places weâve never been before
i want to kiss you in the back of the movie theater
but you donât want any of that
and iâll never know why but
you donât want me
youâre the type of girl...
youâre the type of girl that hides her feelings,
locks them away behind the fake smiles and the constant friendships that never seem to last more than a couple of months.
youâre the type of girl who appreciates it but doesnât mention it,
you love the things that people do for you but youâre lacking in understanding that people will do things for you because they love you, not because they want something from you.
youâre the type of girl who smiles brighter than the sun,
from your subtle smirks to your full blown giggles, your smile and your laugh work hand in hand to produce an image more beautiful than a sunrise on the beach.
youâre the type of girl who doesnât know how to care for others,
you love your friends but unless youâre standing right in front of them, saying âi love youâ means little to nothing in your vocabulary.
youâre the type of girl who parties to forget,
you try to forget about the guy you slept with last week after months of talking, just for him to leave bruises both on your heart and on your body, all while making up lies meant to break your spirit.
youâre the type of girl who wishes things would just work out for once,
because between the constant pressure to do things societyâs way and the frustration behind wanting to be perfect, youâre a beautiful mess with no one you think you can run to.
youâre the type of girl who kisses like an angel,
but doesnât understand why people give up on you so easily; what you donât understand is that itâs not you, itâs them, and your worth is above any and all who choose to undermine your potential.
youâre the type of girl that i wish i could be with but canât,
because youâre not into people like me, the constant babbling about things so abhorrently lame drives you nuts even though the way i hold you makes your heart flutter
youâre the type of girl that i want but canât have,
and thatâs okay because iâm going to keep loving you anyways.
weâre done
iâm protecting my heart now
itâs not yours to break anymore
i have a long, difficult journey ahead of me
a long complex adventure towards success
and iâm done letting you hold me back
i wish we could talk about all of the ways
that youâd ruin my life, youâre wasting away
you started out strong and painfully slim
now youâre just another mistress who makes others grim
self hate
you only want me when youâre drunk
when you let your guard down
and the poison ruins your mind for just a moment
but every time i let it happen
every time i accept it
but every time i end up crawling back
to the loneliness that you gave me
iâd tear my skin apart to forget you
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it looks like weâre close
close enough to be one
but every time we walk away
once again we will be done
yikes
i underestimated the power of your eyes
the blissful brown reminding,
protecting each of our little white lies
expecting too much is usually the problem
but satin smooth skin meets mine
lining up in a nearly perfect column
warmth flushes my face as i smirk
you pull away and turn to the screen
look your cheeks too, where the pink tints lurk
No.
You want me to be unacceptable
you want me to not be enough
you want an excuse to let me walk away
but iâm not going to give you one
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iâm tired of the changing minds
the ones that break you apart without
even knowing the damage of kinds
thatâll cause your heart to give out
iâm tired of being alone
you know the kind where youâre sitting
in a room with your clone
whoâs telling you everything youâve done wrong
iâm tired of being judged
for trying so hard yet making it no where
the words make the brain feel sludged
the stress make you pull out your hair
iâm tired of those surrounding
where no one will take charge
and bother to act like theyâre caring
so you go jump off a barge
iâm tired of living
in a world so filled with bitter ends
and those who stick around are faking
and shoving your heart around the bends
...
iâm so tired of breathing
of being the antisocial one walking
down the halls where the popular kids roam
ones with beer stains on their shirts unremovable by foam
you can sit here and ask me why iâm so negative
you can judge me based on your collective
the one that stereotypes the quiet ones like me
or your own that asks âwhatâs in it for me?â
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they always say not to hate
that itâs too definite and hurtful
they always say not to love
that itâs too definite and hurtful
they always say not to learn
that itâs too definite and hurtful
they knew all along
that weâd never get past the indefinite
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bottle it up
because the things youâll never say,
the things youâll keep inside like coffee in a cup,
are more valuable than the light of day