Poetry

Poetry By On November 13, 2019

The Rest of Me

You always say that you wish I would let you in. But baby, if I do, will you promise not to hurt me? But if you’re not patient with me Then baby, I’m shutting all the doors. If you will let me breathe Then I will let you see the rest of me.   -2015

Poetry By On November 9, 2019

It’s Only You

I know I’m not your’s but I hope you know I’m not anyone else’s. I’m not interested in love if it’s not your’s.   I’m not looking to be wrapped up in anyone’s arms at night. But I’ll open the door  if it’s you knocking.    It’s only you  that makes the heat  rush in my blood And a smile…

Poetry By On November 8, 2019

You break it you buy it

You broke my heart  so you better pay up. It may be in pieces  but you’ll have to buy every last one. No refunds, no returns. You know it’s always been yours.   -Aug 2019

Poetry By On November 6, 2019

sympathetic

I understand so well how much she means to you because that’s how much you mean to me.   -June 2019

Poetry By On November 3, 2019

Date Me

There are similarities between you two that I just cannot ignore. So date me so I can hate you because until then I’ll always wonder what your love feels like.   -Oct 2019

Poetry By On November 1, 2019

The Hurt

I’m trying to be fair But memories of your dishonesty ambush me whenever the mood strikes. I can’t believe you’re debating The extent of your deceit. I was vulnerable and there you were Still acting a fool behind my back. How am I supposed to get past something like that?   -May 2018

Poetry By On October 28, 2019

Cherish me

Were you just being stupid or is it something deeper than that? Foolishly and wholeheartedly, I still love you Would you tell me if I shouldnt Or are you too selfish? Don’t make me feel this pain again Baby, cherish me more than that.   -May 2018

Poetry By On October 25, 2019

Blind

I still wonder if there was anything  I could have done differently  to change your mind. But you’ll always be blind To the love I have in me.   -June 2019

Poetry By On October 21, 2019

Laundry

I’m fragile in ways you might not want me to be And you don’t like when I air out your dirty laundry But baby, I wasn’t the one who created this mess So don’t blame me for the way I act out now.   -May 2018