Gravity of Love
There is something so poetic to me About black holes The beauty and tragedy Of two lovers image Trapped forever on the Event horizon While in reality they are Torn From each other Forever -snapspoetry
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Gravity of Love
There is something so poetic to me About black holes The beauty and tragedy Of two lovers image Trapped forever on the Event horizon While in reality they are Torn From each other Forever -snapspoetry
Muse
It kills me That you should still be my Muse And that when the Drums of my heart song Beat They beat for you.
Darkness and light
As I stepped from the darkness Of my solidarity Into the light Of a bright new world As my eyes fought to take in The complexity Of a world rich With color and depth I realized there was Pain In beauty I squinted And blinked Pushing back The various shades of Green Black Violet And yellow And was left wondering Was it worth the Suffering Should I go back To my lonely world Of comforting Darkness Or step brazenly Into shades of uncertainty And bright unknowing Light -snapspoetry
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You could say I don't think anymore...
I suppose you could say, I don’t think of you anymore.
That I don’t think of the way you snuck a video of me singing inappropriate songs from behind the wheel of a 04 ford Taurus named Megatron.
You could say I don’t think of the way you sang in the shower or spent way to long getting ready. For the summer days where we used to walk for miles, drink beer out of mason jars, and take pictures on an old white laptop that we used to sit in front of for hours; wrapped up on an ugly old couch.
You could say I don’t think of the way my heart beat when you gave me your number. You know in case you needed to talk? How we’d text for hours about orchids and secrets, changes and stardust.
You could say I don’t think about the fights that could have been prevented, the fighting just to hear the sound of my own voice and the hurtfulness that clawed it’s way out of both of our mouths.
You could say I don’t think about your worries and your fears, what keeps you up in the night and what questions burn inside of you.
You could say that I don’t think of the way you stalk the halls of my darkest nightmares, and bless the corridors of my most lovely daydreams.
Yes, you could say I don’t think of you anymore,
But I don’t think of you any less.
Welcome home.
Your voice is like rain on a tin roof, Soothing, peaceful, serene. If I ask how your day went, Will you sing me your sweet lullaby?
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I hate loving you
I woke you up and you smiled at me, Untill you remembered you forgot how to Love me. And I HATE the way your lip curls Yes I HATE the way you squint as your eyes adjust to the one dollar light bulb that illuminates your million dollar smile. I HATE the way you never fight to stay awake and I’m left lonely; Again. I HATE how you wet your lips and lie that you’re not sleeping. I HATE that it’s four in the morning and I’m writing you poetry because God damn it I FUCKING LOVE YOU! I HATE that I can’t hate you. And I wish I could because hate is so damn easy. And loving you is so damn hard.