She looks in the mirror
At the age on her face
"I wonder what he thinks
of me this way?"

She considers her weight
and the pores on her skin
She thinks out loud
"I don't deserve him."

She picks apart
the woman he loves
Separating her worth
from all that she does
              
He looks in her eyes
and caresses her face
He sees it glowing with love
and full of grace

 The lines on her face
  he views with pride
  Recounting the victories
  each time they've been tried

The weight that she carries
 is that of a mom
 Nothing's too heavy
 She just marches on

These bodies will perish
 and mirrors offer no truth
True love abides
 beyond the corridors of youth

  No, she doesn't deserve me
  Perhaps God can see
  Conceivably, one day
  I'll be as worthy as she

i do not love you
i do not analyze every touch
i do not stare at your lips in movement,
i especially do not dream about the
day when you will love me back
i do not love you
i like him
he winks at me every time i walk through the
door and he plays basketball and you never liked
sports and i don't either but it's okay because
i do not love you
i like him
he bites his lip when he studies and his dark eyes are
the exact opposite of yours and maybe that's why i love them
because he is the exact opposite of you
i do not love him
i love you
but i cannot say that because you are a thousand miles away
from me and he is right here and i know that this
is wrong and i should stop and that i'm leading him on
and i need to get over you first but i can't bring myself
to do so

i love you
i wish i didn't

(h.l.)

How doth thou wake with an aching need?
For femmes and games and **** loads of ****?
To he who dost appreciate the weight of a lass
As spindly and petite with one hell of an ***?
Dost thou think for a mo...
That the only love felt tis that of a ***
Thou wast the only one left in the bar
With an overdose of E and a fool hearty scar
Nay my dear boy as one could only believe
A fuckboi thou art, and a fuckboi thou'll be

I had this best friend
As a little kid
She meant the world to me
We had been friends since babies
I thought we'd be friends forever
We don't really talk anymore
I had this other best friend
I met her when we were five
I spent everyday with her
Got into trouble with her
Our parents were best friends
We got poisoned together
By nightshade berries
We did everything together
And last year we started talking again
And now we're inseparable again
We do everything together
Get into trouble together
Sneak out late together
Cry together
Vent together
Rage together
Everything together
Adventure together
I've always wanted that kind of friendship
And I'm so blessed to have a friend like her
Soul sisters

A poem to make today meaningful.
Though I did something
It was nothing worth sharing
So you've heard before, no one's caring.

I'll write a poem to make today meaningful.
I'll be constantly reminding
You that you never had a good grasp of timing.
And it wasn't jealousy that forced me to quit responding
It was the fact that you would only text
me that I found alarming
...and you wrote a poem to make the end meaningful

You really must be my favorite author
I've bought your work time and again
I've your words stuck in my head
And you said
"You're reading too much into this" and had nothing else to offer.

It's the people with the most past, shared.
Mean so much, but have no future with. Yet we can't let go. Please just loosen your grasp. Save heartache

They become names
Like the rims of baked-bean tins
That have to be handled with care

They are a bunch of flowers
Tied to a lamppost
Or a bench with words carved in

They are a Wikipedia page
Or a library shelf
Or a nothing
A nobody

They swell into memories
Wilted and swimming like wax
They seem to be stood there
When the sunlight blusters
Over dust
Because dust is just dead cells
That we all inhale
Exhale
Like we’ll choke them back into existence

They reside in half-empty
Boxes of tissues
Cigarette packets
The bubbles in lemonade

They become a mantelpiece of photographs
And sympathy cards
Broken toys
Empty T-shirts that you’ll try to turn into puppets
Sat in their wardrobe

They fall into certain songs
Certain car journeys
Occasionally they borrow your tongue
To continue voicing certain phrases
Certain people
Certain places
Certain rooms
Certain tastes
Certain seasons
Certain sunsets

Or maybe they just toss and turn
Beneath the church built of handkerchiefs
Like commuters coffined into underground trains
Wondering whether they can still believe
In tunnels
And golden lights.

I love how
When something happens
You always want to tell me
Even if it's not that exciting
But you still want to share it with me
But you won't tell me in text
You have to wait to talk about it in person
And I'm the same if something happens
No matter how extrodinary
You and my best friend
Are the first people
I want to tell

I write about you not because i miss you,
But because you are one of the best lessons I've ever learned.
I just want to clear the air,
I don't need you.

I dont want you.
You've done your job,
You left your mark,
Now leave me in peace.

Just because you cross my mind every so often,
Doesnt mean much.
We all have those days,
When things come back into play in our minds.

It's just to remind us where we once were.
To remind us where we started,
Where we started to let our minds be beautiful,
Beautiful as the heart of the ones who love in a cruel world.

I don't write about you because i miss you.
I write about you to tell the world that it's okay.
It's okay to love, trust, and get hurt,
and it's okay to keep loving, and to keep trusting.