poems by heart

As the thought of you keeps me from my sleep,
my eyes pour into the moon
and my wishes for you cling to the stars. Now I know why the moon is full,
why it has scars;
and why the stars fall out of the sky
as they collapse beneath the weight of sad eyes and wishes to take away the pain of goodbye

- sometimes I pour my mind into the sky. I hope it rains down on you

They say that you never forget your first love, but god do I want to forget you.
I want to forget the butterflies that erupted in my stomach every time I saw you walking towards me.
I want to forget the way our lips moved in sync as our hands memorized every inch of each other’s bodies. 
I want to forget the warming music of your laughter and the sweet taste of your smile.
I want to forget every tear that I shed for you, both out of happiness and out of sorrow.
I want to forget that everyone used to tell us that we grew into the same person because now I don’t know which parts of me are me and which parts are you.
I want to forget your god damned curly hair and the way you moaned when I gripped it as we shared a pleasure that couldn’t be topped.
I want to forget what happened in all of our favorite spots as I walk by them when I’m going about my day.
I know that I’ll never forget you, but god do I want to.
—  i’ll never forget you (via @hagpoet)

I’ll take you out for ice-cream,
and help you clean it off your shirt
since I know you’re quite clumsy;
I’ll try not to laugh a lot. 
common sense will tell me to get three scoops
as I’m not that small of a guy,
but you’ll tell me to get another one on top of that
since you know me, and what makes me feel good. 

You’ve Made your Choice (Nov. 16 evening)

I sat by the phone

Waiting for your call

I’m stuck here at home

In a never ending fall

I can’t believe I lost you

I messed up big time

I don’t know what to do

To get you to be mine

Please call me back

I need you to try

Our show can’t go black

Or else I’ll cry

Out of nowhere it rings

I can hear it in your voice

Wish I could change everything

But you’ve made your choice


Is it bad that I

Constantly think about

Systematically causing you

To unravel until

You’re nothing more

Than a heap of wet, dirty


Laying naked in my bed?

Is it bad that I crave your


Your slow burning desire

Becoming a booming,

Explosive cry?

Is it bad?


It’s good, isn’t it?

It’s damn good.

It hurts, ya know. Because you were my best friend, you were my favorite part of every day, for three years. You were my sun and my moon, you were every star in my stupid dipped pink sky. And it just doesn’t matter now. Isn’t that bizarre? You put your heart and soul into someone else’s hands and then it just ends and you have to take everything back. But you can’t take everything back. But you want to. But you don’t. And you can’t. That’s the worst part, you can’t. You make them the air that you breathe and then they’re gone and you have to keep breathing whatever toxicity is left behind, and it hurts. But no one is going to save you, because they can’t. And that’s the worst part too. You just want someone to take the hurt away for a minute, just a second, but they can’t. You have to keep living until the pain gets dull. You don’t want to because they were the best part of this life and now they aren’t here anymore and they don’t even care and you can hardly bear it. But you have to keep living anyways. And it hurts. Ya know? It hurts.

It hurts. It hurts it hurts it hurts.

Not again. #prayforvegas 💔(there are more than 50 deaths, I wrote this piece when the news first broke and at that time only 50 deaths were confirmed, each innocent death has killed a part of world’s hope #NeverForget)