mars

she/her | twenty one | all original works

[poemsbymars]

sometimes i wish

that my presence

in anyone’s life

meant something

because i am so very tired

of being disposable.

- mars

[poemsbymars]

in the beginning,

he loved me

so sweet and tender

i thought he was my soulmate.

now his love is gone

and all that is left is the shell of what once was.

he cheated on me.

[poemsbymars]

i remember how he used to love me -

fast kisses at red lights

secret meetings

reassurance for my insecurities

spending quality time with me

but now his love comes

in forms i’m not used to -

sometimes

it doesn’t come at all

- mars

[poemsbymars]

staring at him

my heart overfilled with love,

the kind of love that leads me back to him,

again and again,

the kind of love that will have me loving him beyond the day i die,

the kind of love that seeps into your soul and heals every wound it touches.

he feels like home.

he feels like what love should have been.

he is love,

if love were a human being.

- mars

[poemsbymars]

my love for him won’t be stopped.

not by distance,

not by time,

not by death,

nothing in this world

or the next

will ever stop me

from loving him

the way he deserves to be loved.

- mars

[poemsbymars]

i don’t think

the word love

actually describes how i feel about him.

i don’t think

it’s strong enough.

- mars

[poemsbymars]

looking at him

with soft, slow love songs playing

in the background

all i could see

was my future.

- mars

[poemsbymars]

he once told me

that i would get over missing him

but i could never

get over losing

someone who touched my soul.

- mars

[poemsbymars]

who made him think that he isn’t enough?

what makes him believe his uniqueness is his weakness?

who taught him that he isn’t worth much?

who hurt him so bad that he refuses to realize the true extent of his vast beauty?

my only wish is that he would realize every piece of him is worth loving; so long as you find the right person to love you.

- mars

[poemsbymars]

i listened to him toss and turn in his sleep.

his body glides over his sheets;

the friction between the two

creates a sound

almost as unique

as the boy making it.

[poemsbymars]

he reminded me of a work of art.

the way his soft curly hair dried after he showers.

the way his voice got so light and pure as he fell asleep.

the way his laugh felt like a melody.

the way his breathing lulled me to sleep.

the way his soft pink lips moved when he spoke.

the way he has cared about me.

he is so exquisite and unique.

i thank gods i don’t believe in that i exist in the same span of space and time as him.

because somehow i met a boy and fell for everything about him.

- mars

[poemsbymars]

i’m addicted to him.

i want to spend every second of every day in his presence.

there’s not a moment that i want to be without him.

he’s my drug.

i’m a moth to his flame.

i’ll never stop going to him.

- mars

[poemsbymars]

i would spend forever

talking to him

about anything

and everything

because my heart feels so happy

in his presence.

- mars

[poemsbymars]

it’s the way that he knows me.

he remembers all the small things.

where i like to go,

who my friends are,

what i like to do,

what i want to do with my life.

he remembers everything about me.

- mars

[poemsbymars]

i’m in love with him.

- mars

[poemsbymars]

he reminded me of a work of art.

the way his soft curly hair dried after he showers.

the way his voice got so light and pure as he fell asleep.

the way his laugh felt like a melody.

the way his breathing lulled me to sleep.

the way his soft pink lips moved when he spoke.

the way he has cared about me.

he is so exquisite and unique.

i thank gods i don’t believe in that i exist in the same span of space and time as him.

because somehow i met a boy and fell for everything about him.

- mars

[poemsbymars]

i knew you would hurt me

but the thunderous ache in my heart

and pain lingering in my bones

are almost too much to bare.

- mars