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Tessa F May 2013
The adventures we'll have together,
Just you and me darling
Tessa F May 2013
Trust.
One of the hardest things I have ever tried to do.
Honestly, half the time I don't even trust myself.
Fighting an uphill battle against my inner demons,
But you know that.
I love you so much it hurts sometimes.
I second guess myself
And claw at my chest to see if my heart is still there.
It isn't.
It's with you,
Held gently in hands that do not shake.
Will never shake.
You are always right.
Maybe even when you call me beautiful.
My jaw trembles sometimes.
With you I have given up trying to hide it.
Because I know now that when my faith cracks,
When my knees go weak with uncertainty,
And I decide that I am not good enough
You will pick me up,
Stare me sternly in the face,
And have the confidence to say:
*You are wrong.
Tessa F May 2013
I promise to plant kisses
Like seeds on your body,
So in time you can
Grow to love yourself
As I love you
This is not an original work, merely something I heard and wanted to share <3
Tessa F Apr 2013
My one hand is enough
To fight against the world
If you are holding the other one.

Don't let go.
Tessa F Apr 2013
All I want
Is for you to squeeze my hand like you did before,
Set these butterflies free,
And remind me that everything is okay.

I want to believe that you have enough love
For the both of us,
Even when I can't seem to love myself.

I will look up to the stars and see them shining,
Twinkling just for us.
"My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations." - John Green
This poem is very random, kind of like my thought process tonight
Tessa F Apr 2013
Whenever you are around me I melt.
Its hopeless but I will admit to it.
There are so many conflicting ways it happens:
Splashing into a puddle of anguish and insecurity
Or dripping like the sweet honey your words leak into my heart.
I just want to be cupped into your loving hands
And stay there until I evaporate,
Disappearing from the gaze of your eyes like ocean water
Where I want so badly to be washed out at sea.
Tessa F Apr 2013
Perhaps you are the reason
They call them love handles.
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