She is a battered rooftop that leaks tile filtered raindrops. Dripping out her every flaw like a broken faucet and when she cries her tears are like freshly cut onions that a chef would never want to see wasted. To me she only needs confidence, confidence that fills the cracks of her insecurities. And when her concrete blocks are filled and patted down, I’ll walk up to her doorstep. Knock like an eager child. And ask her if she’d like to come out and play. She gives me that play ground love that makes me feel like a child all over again. She smiles like the pacific ocean and I just want to drink the sunlight in her lips.
She is a battered rooftop that leaks tile filtered rain drops. Spewing out her every flaw continuously like a rusty faucet. Only to me she just needs confidence. Confidence that fills in the cracks of her insecurities. And when her concrete blocks are filled and patted down, I’ll walk up to her gates that scream beauty. And wait patiently at it’s doorstep.
So I mess up at 2:45 :T
Majorly inspired by some of my favorite poets.
Poetry Slam, April 13, 2012
My performance!
I’ll Be Missing You.
1. You once told me you loved me. You gave me wings shaped as dreams, put it into my chest, & I flew every time you told me you cared about me. Like somehow I was special to someone.
2. All I wanted was to be yours.
3. You went left and forced me to go right and when you left you promised me it was the right thing to do.
4. I’ve come to the conclusion that I was never anything special. I was just you’re fucking play toy!
5. You were my daydreams.
6. I let my walls down.
7. I made you my world so you could be a part of my universe. I shot you the stars hoping to wish that somehow maybe someway you would be mine. I gave you my all.
8. Was the number of days you stopped talking to me before Valentine’s day. Maybe you never really loved me.
9. Maybe I never really loved you!
10. Maybe when you love someone you don’t just leave and expect them to find the easy way back into a life filled without love!
If I could I would download your voice into my rib cage and let your vibrations be the beat to my heart. I would replay the moment you first told me you loved me.
You stole my dreams from out of my chest, and the depression broke through every rib that harnessed any emotion I ever had for you. It weighed down to the pit of my stomach and crushed all those gorgeous pterodactyls. You tore those wings shaped as dreams, you stripped me of flight. I felt you twist and pull your arrow from my heart, felt the emptiness, felt the hole you left me and knew that there would always be a missing part of me that could never be filled.
I whispered shooting stars peeled from the night sky into your every wish. Why couldn’t you hear me? I was so much louder back then.
You always wanted me to be real with you, well you had me when our eyes first played freeze tag. I never wanted to stop chasing you, and to be honest I still don’t.
To the girl that looks so sweet she’d give me tooth decay and who looks exactly like my next girlfriend, I swear I’m not flirting with you.
I want you to push me so far away that you miss me. Then pull me back just to find out I have some heart-on-my-sleeve love poem already written for you. I want to hold you in ways to precise for measurements and figure out why it is a hand that isn’t mine fits so perfectly with mine. I never want to stop learning things about you. If I could I would sample your thoughts with a glass of emotions and drink until my heart’s content.
You’re voice is my favorite anthem that plays flawlessly with every breath that you take. I’m a whole different rhythm when I’m with you. Together we could make a dance that brings us closer to the baselines of our hearts with a bond that is stronger than that of an ionic. I swear when I look in your eyes I can see the next 21,900 mornings with you by my side. That’s 60 years if you were wondering cause 365 multiplied by sixty equals- you get the point.
Basically you make my heart skip beats like hopscotch. Yo, you have it making songs that my lips don’t even know the words to. You got me gripped like monkey bars and I have the same amount of excitement as there is fear with taking that next move to be closer with you. Love. I was made for you. Sometimes I wonder how much you care, so I push you away to see if you’d come back like I would. See you’re everything I need on my ring finger and more. Let me be all your ex-boyfriend’s jealousy and regrets, and you, you can be my smile and I would give you all the misfortunes and pleasure of Cupid’s target practice, me. You were the only one made for me.
With affection,
I remain as ever.
There is this Icelandic word skúffuskáld, which means someone who’s secretly a poet. It literally means “drawer poet”, someone who writes poetry but chugs it all into his desk drawer instead of showing it to people.
Things never expected when falling for a girl!!!1!!1!
That you might not always get along. That when they’re right, you’re wrong! Even if you’re right you’re still the fuck wrong. Even when they’re wrong, still they’re the ones right!
They never make up their mind! They say it’s okay for one thing, then you just fucked up! They say they’re fine when you’re positive they’re not. They say they miss you more when you miss them a lot.
No one said they get more beautiful and a lot less hot, cause sexy turns to gorgeous and any more stunning can literally take your breath away. It’s unexpected when you’re lost for words and don’t know what the fuck to say! Even more unexpected is when you think about them every single day.
You never expect to fall so much.
A thought for you.
When I think of some how describing you, I find myself tongue tied. Especially since I wanna say something to you but I don’t know how to relay it. Let alone the right words to choose even if I were to say it. In simple words I guess I’d tell you that you’re the reason for my smile. You make my heart skip beats like a dozen children playing hop scotch in single file. I know it’s been awhile since you found a guy that was great. I’m not saying that I am, but hell, I’d prove to you that I’m worth the wait.
I couldn’t tell you how, or when, or where, but I can surely promise that I would treat you not good, but great. I’d pull your seat out if ever we were on a date. And just for you I’d definitely rush forward just to open a door. You make my knees weak and my thoughts filled of you till my very core.
See your love hurts so good….. your love hurts so good it leaves my body breathless and sore. Even now I’m running out of air, out of words to say. So I just wanna let you know that you got this certain way, to make me happy, to make my day.
I’m like ordinary words to your beautiful description, but we got sparks, baby we got friction. So please take a second and listen.
I want to inhale breaths of you until you no longer have a scent, and lock my eyes firmly on you so I never lose sight of what beauty defines. If I could I would hold you so tight that our bodies would bind, I’d tell you exactly what I’m thinking so you’d never have to try and read my mind. I’d give you my all and let our souls combine, I’d make it clear that I’m all yours and hopefully with that, you would be mine.
