I found that I dislike sweet things
To save my tolerance for you
And your self obsessed syrup of supremacy

A love letter in milk
Raspberries
Ice and sugar

A sweetness unmatched
A hint of narcissism
In watching you try to taste
the sweetness that you are

An impossible possibility
Oh holy matrimony
A constant pursuit of Fool's Gold

Day in and day out
Textbook tenacity
Personified

But you drink,
And drink,
And drink

Try,
And try,
And try

With two milkshakes a day

The sleepless nights I spent talking to the stars about you
To the point where I told them “I love you”

You who lingers in the back of my head
I knew then I was through

It might be the hopeless romantic in me
But I’ve never felt love to this degree

Take a knife and plunge it into my heart
Maybe then I can learn that we are meant to be apart

Yet even then, I will still love you
Because you made my world shine
That’s gotta be a sign

I’m scared though
I’m scared that if I let you go, I won’t see you anymore
Like a star that traveled so far, you stop shining

Now don’t get me wrong
I'm not confining
I only know how to say this in writing

Forgive me for loving
But my heart won’t listen to my head
And now I'm stuck here reciting this poem to everyone but you, instead.

love me
I promise you will live forever
I am an artist and you are my distant muse
my art is timeless because it's sprouted from our love
as long as someone keeps reading, we will be alive

I know you are my muse, and I have met you in every life time
but this life time is the closest we have ever been
yet we are still not close enough
but maybe
just maybe...
in the next one
at last we will be united
the circle will be complete
my heart will rest
but for now just continue loving me
and I will continue waiting

every night before i sleep,
without fail, romance fills my mind
how hopeless, how naive,
however you wish to call me

but i think it's time
to finally pick the red glass shards
off the dark wooden shelf
that is so full of dust, i hardly recognize it

i cradle the glass in my hands
withstanding the sharp red
melting her into sweet honey
and knowing the broken glass, is nothing but temporary

i am not left without impurities
with sharp edges and deformities
but i am whole again
and i will not let anyone drop it again

because i will wait for an eternity
to find someone who puts the glass
up against the sunlight
and admires its beauty

i will find a love like mine
someone who indulges in flowers
and dream like christmas dates
and holding my small hands

there is no doubt about it
i am a realistic romantic
and i like you deserve to be loved,
endlessly so

Lonely as a heart can be
living a life that is not for me
pondering what will be in the future
so far only to be fixed with a suture

Longing forever the woman for I
There's no light visible in the sky
where are you, my little spoon
i will be right here, waiting on the moon

i think i exist only to love
but never experience,
a pretentious bag of bones like me
will only stir your feelings
     —you will wallow in it for some time
     and then you will forget about me
like a cup of coffee that has gone cold.

but if i must admit,
it's because i do stunt my own growth:
in life, in love, but strangely enough,
                                           not in death.
an odd number of reasons
aid my tendencies;
they get glued together to form
a paper-maché of well-composed farewells
—a craft i have mastered in my years of longing.

i think i exist only to love,
but never experience—
yet here i am, still longing
until i get a hand to hold.

Call it touchstone, cause I tinge you gold
Rub my face against your chest like a noble metal
If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t discern my value
I’m a diamond in the form of a petal

Tears of joy make the finest jewelry, so do the raindrops that dot my forehead, running home to ya.
I await the comfort of spring
Months pass as I blink
The fuller the moon, the more I seem to love ya.

A shoal of stars passes above Calabasas and the peaks that reach beyond
The Hollywood Hills is where I go
My life is a love song
I’m a diamond unburned by every storm

I’m running for my life from my life
I’m running home to ya

I bathe under the moon under stars
I don’t know what to say to ya

I don’t know what I’m feeling when I’m with ya
But one thing I know
Is that it feels good

So spin me ‘round in the ocean of galaxies
Twirl me now straight into your deepest fantasies
Call it even, cause I need it all
Call it touchstone, cause you tinge me gold.

hopeless romantic here.
hi.
i know you probably tell your parents that love doesn’t feel like it does in the movies
it’s overrated
i am guessing that’s what you say
but i
ok, maybe i am naive
but i
i don’t think love will feel like it does in the movies either
it will be better
and i hold that hope in my heart
that one day i will walk out of a restaurant
and i will see a familiar face
because soulmates are real
(the ones who don’t have them, or so they say, their partner died or couldn’t cross the layer between love and selfishness)
they are real
i think so at least
call me stupid
hopeless romantic
yes,
that’s me
i don’t get offended by that name
i swear it gets better than this
it gets better
love makes it better
it might be hard
but what have you ever done that was worth your time that wasn’t hard?
huh?
i want another person to be my safety, my rock, my eternity
bathe me in their river
cause it gets better
it does get better
and love makes it better

please
take all the time you need with me
i have been waiting for forever
what’s a couple more weeks?

The Hopeless Romantic...

You lust me,
But you love me not.

I want to know your deepest secrets, and the passions that make your heart soar.
I want your love so much..
oh so much,
that it brings me to the floor.

I want to sleep next to you,
and write sweet poems about you when I can't sleep through the night.

Then I want to read them to you,
while you're awake,
So you can hold me tight.

But instead you choose the other girl.
Because you always do.

You'll swipe up on my pictures,
and tell me sweet nothings you think I want to hear...
Lust after my body,
as if my mind wasn't here.

I'm the girl you lust after,
not the girl you love.

I'm a hopless romantic,
because I know i'll never find someone who loves me for me...