I’m tired of having to convince you that I don’t care too much. I remember your birthday and your brother’s name but that’s no reason to put up such a fight. I can decide if I want my own heart broken. You don’t need to protect me from yourself. Take me off your heavy shoulders I’ll be my own…
I wish you would miss me baby Want me as much as I want you baby Stop thinking of how we’re all wrong and start think about how we could be so right So feel my heartbeat and tell me you feel the same way.
I wish I had your love bites To easily remember you by. Proof that there was something between us once upon a time
You’re looking for love everywhere except right in front of you. You’ve already made up your mind and that makes love so hard to find. So many ideas of what should be you’re blind to what could be.
I hate myself for coming back to you every time And I hate you for being the one I fall before. I hate you for being so difficult For not appreciating my worth For leaving me To fend for myself in this hopeless dating world. I hate myself for being your fool again.
I’ll be releasing my third poetry collection in a month on July 16th!! If I’m honest, I let this collection sit for a long time and I could have had it gone 6 months ago. But I’m very happy with the end result and I hope you will be too! If you’re interested in an eARC, please reach out to…
I want to take an hour of your time Only need an hour to make you mine I don’t want someone new I just want you
You post a picture of you in the driver’s seat and I can’t help but automatically think it’s you driving away from me. I’m always left in the dust storm you leave behind. You always leave me a mess but I can’t help chase you again.
You care for me in the way that you can But you know that your heart won’t go any further. Your gentle mind feels guilty for the things it cannot control. I want to help you through breaking my heart And in there lies the problem. -May 2020
No words exchanged When our bodies are talking. Muscle memory Guarantees pleasure. Yours lips on my skin And hands on my hips Like old friends They remember comfort And soft spots. -May 2020