I can’t sleep at night anymore
I wait for the sun to rise
Thinking it will subdue the evil
That lurks in my soul
This place has made me empty
Your thoughtless words
Along with actions
Have done that too
Yet I can’t stop forgiving you
Although I loose sleep
And my health seems to decrease
I can’t shake this feeling
That i’m going crazy
Without you I feel helpless
But no matter what I feel alone
I’ve been looking for someone to start a fire
Within my soul
But so far you have done nothing
But cause a spark that soon is smothered
By nothing that either of us control
Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be
Yet I can’t let you go
I can’t let you leave my grasp
Yet I know that you
Are better off without me

My first tattoo
Was revolved around you
When you finally saw it
You said I was stupid
That it was stupid
But you don’t see the meaning that I do
It’s not just a tattoo
For an ex
It’s a tattoo
That is dedicated to someone who saved my life
Who was my best friend
And my strength
When I had nothing to help me
Stand tall
Missing you was the worst feeling
I have ever felt in my life
Missing you almost killed me a few time
And my the end of the day
You kissed me goodbye
The signals you throw at me
Shove me out of order
And out of line
I wish you still wanted to kiss me
All of the time

I had a dream about you last night
Your hands on my hips
Your lips on my neck
The way you slowly touch me
Like I am your most prized position
The way you pull my legs up
Feeling all of me
Our hearts skipping a beat
Your lips kissing down my body
The heats like electricity
So electric
Like nothing we have ever felt before
I pull you closer
You are all I wan’t
Then I wake up
In the middle of the night
And realize you are no longer the one
Who sleeps by my side
And I will never feel that way
With anyone else
I miss you
I hope that one day
You will realize that

Hot summer days
Make me think of you
Your smell
Your touch
The feeling of putting my feet out the window
And the warm air kissing my feet
Even years after
Being around you
Makes me feel like I am home
Makes my knees weak
If you would ever wan’t me to love you again
I would in a heart beat
You are all I have ever wanted
And everything I have always needed

It used to be, you’d open your mouth
And the weather changed. You’d
Open your mouth and the sky’d spill

That dry, missing-someone kind of rain
No matter the season. And it hurt
Like a guitar hurts under the right hands.

Like a good strong spell. Now
You’re all song. Body gone to memory.
And guess what? It hurts


Tracy K. Smith, closing lines to “Vaya, Camarón,” in Duende: Poems (Graywolf Press, 2007)

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I feel like if my poems could see themselves
they’d want a nose job, so I’m extra careful
around mirrors. This isn’t the first love poem
I’ve written today. It’s definitely not the first
love poem to ever exist. My grocery list
looked like this last week: coffee grounds,
lipstick, eggs, canned soup, apples, lotion,
shampoo. The thing about being single
is that you can sleep in to an ungodly hour but
you’re the one that has to do all the shopping.
I still remember how kissing him made my
mouth sweat. This isn’t anything new.
Our hair falls out and the milk spoils and
we buy magazines for their glossy promises.
Currently I am sitting on the subway after
getting a bikini wax and I can’t stop rubbing
my thighs together. I would have sent you
this text but we’re going home to other
people now. Being an adult looked so much
better when we weren’t adults.
Kristina Haynes, “First Love Poem” (via fleurishes)


“I am nothing more than a million thoughts of you swimming inside me.” — Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson #tylerknott


“I am nothing more
than a million thoughts of you
swimming inside me.”
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

I was on fire
and you used me
to light your cigarette
dulldrops   (via bl-ossomed)

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Emma is not a person. Emma is a place that you get stuck in. Emma is a pain that you cannot erase.
Justin Vernon (Bon Iver) on the album: For Emma, Forever Ago (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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We both look at the same stars, yet we see such different things.
Stargazing (via timid)

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