TsunamiThis is my confession:I dreamt you took my hand and put it to your lips, kissing each fingertipmy only sigh was, 'Oh love me'confession:your eyes washed over me like a tsunamiswept awayi drown, darling, drown.confession:he will never replace youand I know the day is quickly approachingremember we always said when we were olderand now here I am.and though you said I was bad at paintingyou called me beautiful and that was enoughAnother, worse, confession:today I picked up my phoneand decided I would send you a messageI would tell you everything in a 60-letteredlittle boxbut I know that it would be wrongto face a fearonlyhalfwayand I only hope when you look at meyou still see the girl you fell in love withbecause, I conf
Fragilei.i wrote this for you.i wanted you to knowthat i am always(changing)the sameii.i burned my mouth on my coffeeand remembered the scorch of your lipsburning, stinging, lingering. and i finally lost those ten poundsthat you told me i didn't need to losebut i felt the need to be underweightand at night, i curled my little self up in a balland thought of every part of me thatyou could never love.i guess a part of me always wantedto be fragile.iii.you will never know how many times i saw youin the backs of other men,and i ran to them, calling your nameand they'd turn, confused.they'd say, "Can I help you, miss?"and i looked into their unfamiliar eyesand wished with everything in methat i could say yes."could you promise a certain boywill see me again? because i seem to havedisappeared."and I'd walk away disappointedbecause that was the day I'd decided I would tell you:you are the sunlightstreaming through my window in the morning.iv.i spend h
Love: A Monologue of My Own Love was never meant to be easy. You'd think it was, the way it's portrayed. In the movies, the boy and the girl always fall in love in the end. They just can't help it. I've always wanted a love like that. I'm sure I'm not the only one, either. We all saw the boy-meets-girl scene, the joy of falling for someone, and the way the characters lived out their dreams. Knowing full well that they were just actors, filling the roles they were given, reading from a page that was written by some starry-eyed writer. But we wanted it too. I once starred in romance, the most movie-like romance you could get. It was so cleche. But I loved every moment of it, thinking, "This is just like a movie. This will be perfect. We will finally have our 'happily ever after'" But they had never showed in the movie, the part where the boy and girl fall out of love. The part when the boy f
We whispered orangethis was yesterday when i was walking along the streetholding hands with youand we saw a stranger in a dark hat who said he was misssing hispurple umbrellaand we smiled and told him that he must be mistakenbecause they were all sold out at the carnivalbut he could have my heart instead because you didn't want it anymore.