love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Half of a Whole
I met a boy once. Our souls were so in sync, it seemed that we were a single being existing in fragments divided among two physical bodies. Where I lacked, he excelled. When I gave, he would receive. We created a language with no words, only sighs and laughs that only we could understand. When we were separated we craved to fall into one another, when we were together silence would fill the spaces between our bodies. He fit perfectly into the fractures of my existence. Our souls were tangled cable lines spreading all across the skies. We were waves crashing up against the shore, relying on one another to create a stronger force. We were us. We were one. We weren’t perfect. But we fit together perfectly.
By Carmen Portillo8 years ago in Poets
Release
He listened. He was nothing like I imagined. Nothing like I would ever trust. His right wrist a glimpse into his past, his eyes a glimpse into his present. 2 weeks he said, his story resembling mine. Two space collisions within the same moment of time. He listened, he guided, he actually allowed me to release this fear, even if it was for only one small moment in time, one Small drop in this life that continues to drown me.
By Cortnie McGinnis8 years ago in Poets
