Don’t look for love.
Be love.
It's what they call people Whose brains won't leave them alone Whose thoughts keep them up in the night Whose heart lies in eternal angst
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets
My hands would be around your waist My head leaning on your leather shoulders Eyes in the mirrors Where I could watch you watching me.
Stop making my heart stop. I need it for too many things Like getting my PhD And girl bossing Working through my childhood traumas
It’s ok that I’m bad Cuz my daddy never loved me. It made me want the guys Who would never love me either. The ones in black leather
They all tell sad stories About their virginity And how they lost it How the moment Was tinged with uncertainty How he couldn’t even kiss right
To all the boys I’ve fucked before I barely remember your name But I once knew your body In the dark. I don’t know your number
I climbed the tallest mountain And no one held my hand Then I pitched my tent on the stars. I constructed the highest castle
All of my world Is really words Letters and sentences Tied to my tongue. War relies on word’s mercy For its armistice
Nobody talks about Looking for something You don’t know If you want to find. Like you In a sea of faces Like your spirit
Y’all think Cupid’s a saint But I know the truth. Cupid’s cursed. Convince me otherwise. He’s broken my heart One too many times
You were my lover I was your toy I know that now After all the nights I spent contemplating The moments I spent in confusion
I hate myself Because I like you. You’re everything I’m not. Calm. Blonde. Infuriatingly calm. I don’t like people.
