words lover

I will shower you with love poems,

He said looking at me,

Referring to a word i say often.

"It makes me angry,"

He explained,

As if he was reading my mind.

"Sorry, i won't say it again,"

I promised.

"No, it doesn't make me angry when YOU say it.

You can say it."

He said then looked away.

But a smile crossed his face

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

Because I don't want to hurt anymore.

I watch my pain slowly turn to ashes,

With your face still painted in the darkness of my closed eyelids.

Tuesday I was through with hoping

Wednesday my empty arms were open

Thursday waiting for love

Waiting for love.

Thank the stars it's Friday

I'm burning like a fire gone wild on Saturday

Guess I won't be coming to church on Sunday

I'll be waiting for love, waiting for love

To come around.

Beautiful things all around me.

But somehow, you're all I want to see.

I used to have you by my side.

Always.

You were always a whisper away.

But now, life happened.

We don't talk like we used to.

We don't know eachother anymore.

I feel like I have changed.

I know that I have changed.

I have changed a lot.

And I know you have, too.

God, how I wish I could tell you about the new me.

The things she likes

And the things she hates.

I also want to know the new you.

I want to learn all abou her.

Are you even real at all?

Because sometimes I start to doubt that.

What if you are not real?

What if you are a perfect, made up creature?

But you can't be.

I know you can't.

Because I have proof.

I have proof that once upon a time.

We were all we got.

Or maybe I wasn't your everything.

But you were definitely my everything.