love the poem prompt

Runner up. Second best. How do I know if I’m an upgrade or settlement? Everything I do, she did too, everything I say, she said her way. When you tell me you love me, do you mean like you loved her? Should that question even be past tense, or future?

That’s the thing about someone’s first love, it’s the baseline, the mark after which every love comes. How am I to know if you see her in me? Am I what you want, or is she what you need? I am trying so hard to fill in her shoes, to strut her stilettos, and shuffle her boots. Trying to curl my toes just so, in a way that tells you, “my heart’s yours, you know”.

But I worry that my feet are too big or too small. And they stretch out the hole or don’t fill it at all. I worry I can’t erase the space in your brain, the space that’s engraved with her heart and her face. And I worry and worry and love you to death, because coming in second is so hard to get. There is so much potential and so much to lose, because all I want to is to fill in her shoes.


Second love // Mt

Prompt: anonymous

You are poetry in a person,“ she spoke softly.

Her eyes glistened up toward him, “you make me, a writer, lose all sense of words to describe you. And that both terrifies and exhilarates me in the most comforting way.”

Then, after a pause, “But I want you to know that I’m ready, I’m ready for all of it.

concept playlists iv

love through the seasons

i. autumn: for when leaves fall only after you do. for when it’s 2 pm on a thursday and you can’t tell if the chill running down your spine has to do with him or the breeze. for when he feels more like home than pumpkin pie. for when every moment is suspended in amber.

ii. winter: for when the only warm things are your heart and his hands. for when the earth is forgotten under an abundance of white snow and you can’t tell how many hours have gone by since you crawled into bed with him. for when the cold that nips your heels and reddens your cheeks makes you think only of him, and the cutting winds and falling snow remind you of kisses.

iii. spring: for when love is new. for when your heart feels like it’s sinking deeper and deeper into your chest. for when their name is sweet on your lips and their face is fresh in your mind. for when it could so easily slip through your fingers but if you hold on too tight it could crumble. for when the feelings are delicate as new petals, but with roots that reach deep into the earth.

iv. summer:  for when your legs tangle together in the back of a car with the windows rolled down. for when the air is hot and heavy and feels like an embrace. for when you’re both barefoot and happy and running through shallow  water. for when each moment together feels like you’re already looking back at a polaroid. 

concept playlists i

concept playlists ii

concept playlists iii

I always felt like a cup
half empty with you,
and I know-
you have always been an optimist 

if it were up to you,
we would have struggled through this,
slept in the same bed without touching 
and called the space between us love 

but I am a realist,
it wasn’t enough and we 
are both so impatient 

I couldn’t wake up each morning 
hoping for kisses
to drink only half a glass,
I am thirsty and tired
and wanting

and it isn’t enough

—  when love isn’t enough || O.L.

Arms so inked they pass for black, lips always kissing a lit cigarette. He was a Bad Boy, in the most cliche of ways.

She was an angel, just missing wings and a halo.

She wouldn’t go bad for him, and he couldn’t turn good, not even for her.

In time, white water will carve river rock.

They learned to love in shades of grey, in undefined twilight at dusk and dawn.

Even the purest princess can get addicted to smoking. Even the fiercest of dragons need more than the fire of their own breath to keep them warm.


Mt // yin-yang love

Prompt: @free-her-state-of-mind

anonymous asked:

prompt: falling out of love with someone that you've loved for years

you used to sit inside
every constellation i saw,
your eyes laughing,
tendons flickering.

but the stars have no mercy,
and neither do hearts.

i had a dream that you
were mine one night,
we held each other close
like strawberries & cream.
you took your coffee
with a cream and two sugars,
and you danced like a firefly.

but for the first time i forgot
how to love those things about you.

“Why are you so afraid of trusting me?”

I wanted to tell him that it was because his words were too kind and his eyes were too green. That his kisses were too sweet and his promises too unconditional. I wanted to tell him that it was because his love was too easy to fall into, and that if he left like the last one did I wouldn’t know what to do. I wanted to tell him that if I put my all into him, he could just as easily leave with every piece of me. That I had just finally got those pieces back. I wanted to tell him, I wanted to. But I couldn’t.

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #94
n: any of various colors representing blood
(1.) your favorite song plays on repeat, drowning out your father’s voice, and when you press your fingers into your eyes to keep from losing your mind, it is the star that burns the backs of your eyelids and the tips of your fingers.
(2.) when he winces away from her kisses, it is what paints his cheek under her fingers, sharp with toluene and formaldehyde.
(3.) it is when your lungs burn in the darkness and the only thing that you can see is where she cut the strings she held you by; it is the place where your veins open to spill their contents over bone and muscle.
(4.) when the sun sets, and it dissolves into clouds that soak up its blood; it is the color that stays as the daytime and everything beautiful disappears. it is the only thing besides her that is both beautiful and painful. 
(5.) it is the color that you see when the world breaks your heart again and again.
—  dictionaries of heartbreak (#2) || r.m. || 9.16.17

I think in another life, we 
were unkind to each other. 
That’s why we met again,
to try and fix things. But
things didn’t work out 
again, and I hope we are
given another chance in
another life.

Your skin is naturally purple
and green, and those weren’t
bruises, no, it was just your
paint chipping, it was just who
I thought you were washing away. 

We never knew each other, 
we only talked in words with
many definitions because we
were afraid of meaning one
thing, we were afraid of
committing to love, a word
everyone knew except for 

—  Three theories I have about past lovers.

anonymous asked:

prompt - loving a girl so beautiful it hurts

i will never be as
golden & apollonian as she.
the sun will never
ache to chafe me away
the way it does her.
she doesn’t know what it is
to want incense. and candles
and roses and sapphires.
to want windflowers & peonies.
for the light to spark like flint
on her back.

no one will ever know me like this,
with suneyes & a snowdrop smile,
no one but her will know the
glow that hums ivory in my temples &
spills onto the strawberry fields.

But what if I met my soulmate too young? What if he’s the one, but life separates the two of us like it always eventually does?
—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write #40

“what will you do for me?”

i’d watch the moon
shift into darkness
her silver curves, edged with shadows
shadows of lovers
much like me,
turn into a slice of nothing
a vague dream
leftovers of an aftertaste
fading musk and night flowers
the smell of earth
i could write about you all night
and then hide the hasty scrawls
my attempts at explaining
the raw divinity that you are,
id watch it all
i’d feel it all
from the reflection in your eyes
for watching the sun set in your golden irises is a delight
and so is watching you exist.

i’d throw my heart
off a cliff, into a void
and smash it into pieces
fragments that dully glint
then run downhill
only to retrieve the jagged pieces
and hand them to you
because i know my heart is too much
too cold at times
and it beats a little frantic
my breath hitches
my knees do fail me
and i’d rather have my body ache
then watch you struggling
to hold the fragile, pathetic thing
that my heart is
you won’t have to worry now.

i will try to give you the sky
tell you it is yours
try to compress
the vast heavens
into a blank canvas
i know it will be hard
because my heart cannot comprehend
the universe, not yet
for this world we live in
it’s got galaxies and constellations
dusted with stars that burn
as bright as my love,
and your eyes,
they are no different
but i will try
maybe it won’t be what i’d want you to see
but i will try
(certain things
are so beautiful
even the stars dull around them.)

—  for you, i’d bleed myself dry

l.s. | [sent] [a companion piece/sequel to [unsent]] © 2017

15:47 sometimes the words i can’t say build walls in my throat, post guards to lean against my teeth, an oppression that forces my thumbs to tap out text messages i never let myself send [UNSENT]

15:48 you take my scarf every morning. i think you like how it smells. i think you notice that i notice. i don’t think you notice that i take yours too [UNSENT]

16:10 yess i got the milk, blue like you asked. did you want me to grab bread? [SEEN 16:11]

23:45 every conversation we have is a complicated mess of maybe and could be and i wish it would be [UNSENT]

00:59 sometimes i think i can hear you breathe through the walls. your sighs shake the foundations of our house and they rattle my bones. i hate that you’re unhappy and i hate that i could help if i just opened my mouth to tell you i love you because i do. i do. i just can’t say it yet [UNSENT]

03:09 the last time you told me you loved me it was because i’d stubbed my toe and then flailed around the room like we were on a boat rolling over the waves and i had nothing to hold onto but your laughter and so i prolonged the moment, drew out the pain just to see you smile for a little longer. i didn’t know what to do, what to say, how to act. how to say it back [UNSENT]

08:05 you took my scarf again and i took yours. i watched you through the window as you flung yourself from the front door. tonight i’ll roll my eyes like i always do when i pull it from your neck. i’ll laugh because it’s a habit by now and we’ll linger in the silence that follows, two stars in the same sky but still thousands of light years apart [UNSENT]

22:05 that’s it. that’s enough. i can hear you crying through the wall we share. it’s muffled like you’re trying to hide it and it kills me that you think you need to. i’m putting the kettle on and we’re going to eat cake and i’m going to kiss the crumbs from your face, if you’ll let me [SENT] [SEEN 22:05]

07:00 i think that last night was the best night of my life. i love you. the weather woman said it might snow. i love you. don’t forget to take my scarf when you leave. i love you [SENT] [SEEN 07:01]