I find myself wishing that I could forget all the ways that I love you.
I’ve gone through far too many sleepless nights for this to become something I’ll just have to get used to.
I’ve caught myself blaming my heart for being so ignorant to the fact that your I love yous had become less frequent
while my nights waiting by the phone had become a constant reminder that lust will always linger inside a man whose loins starve for more than one woman.
I’m really fond of in depth action role playing sex.
Since you’ve joined the Army, I Google your name every week to make sure you are not dead.
I never thought that the condom I gave him for “good luck” would be the condom he used when he raped me.
Even after seven months, I have yet to make it longer than fifty two and a half hours without crying for you.
She still smelled like sunflowers in November and despite her lips now gracing his every morning, I keep a pocket full of hope that he cannot love her through all the seasons like I did.
Got niggas tryna find me.
We are more than coffee dates
and blurred chatter
of reminiscent love shared between oversweetened coffee
in a size written in italian.
We are leg shakes apart from the truth
and second glances away from remembering
why 2007 was so difficult
after graduation greeted us
with the blurred truth
that your love for me faded from your mind
faster than page three
AP calculus questions
during the final exam.
I knew he was the one when I said “I’m fine” and he responded “No, you’re beautiful”
I really love my boyfriend and if it wasnt for him I really wouldnt be where I am today. He is my rock, the reason why I can partake in so many life changing oppurtunities. I cannot wait to move in together.