To Nik Bean, You'll be missed greatly.
(2014)
I used to tell myself I wasn’t je… Only territorial. I didn’t want w… Wasn’t mine, I just protected wha… Mine. But I want you, no, I NE… And you turned this silly little s…
You tell me everyday, That you love me. But why don’t you trust me? You accuse me of cheating, With my best friend.
He said he loved her, Just as he always did, He promised forever, Yet she was careless and believed, One day he did say he loved her,
I keep writing you poems I publish them and all, But those readers don’t understand them the way you would.
I’m not the girl your mother warns you about. I won’t kiss your best friend or break your heart. I won’t make you choose
they say that eyes are windows to the soul, but have you ever walked by a house at night and gazed into a window where all you can see is a quick glimpses into the lives of the people i...
You say you’ll always be there, You’ve known my secrets all along. I’m not good at being vulnerable, I like to pretend that I’m strong… You think that you can help me,
I saw a girl in my house last night with hunched shoulders and hazel eyes that screamed “help me” but her lips trembled and only made a soft cry; late November nights found their way t...
I’ll sit on my bed and throw A couple of words together. Even though you know These poems are about you. It’s not because I love you
I thought your kisses would, Be candy coated, But all you did was leave me with, A throat full of ashes, I thought you were different,
My grandma once told me That if you wanted to dream About somebody think about Them before you fall asleep But I can never dream about
You came into my life like a soft… blowing on the beach. You talked smoothly like the top of a freshly polished piano. You smiled at me and suddenly my l…
They told her not to jump, Because she may fall, They told her not to gamble, Because she may lose it all, They told her not to care,
snowflakes scatter from the skies… my heart is consumed in your flame… and when the sundown’s colors disa… your light fills the pitch-black e… the gloom of rainy afternoons alwa…
It’s 2 am and I’ve drank 17 shots of vodka trying to forget you but the only thing