An a$$ kind of love

Your wannabe interest and my wannabe interest in going out, partying hard, and getting laid was strong enough to bring us together. It’s a bit weird having this type of a mindset for someone who’s commonly seen as a pretty oddly-reserved-for-no-apparent-reason type of person. You were everything that I objectified; dark haired and creamy skinned. And I was everything you objectified; dark haired and petite… as you say. It was love when I saw you by the swimming pool with trunks clung about your behind, and by the window at night; I saw you from another building window
your body fit and statuesque like that of a Greek god
as you took your shirt off near a fan amid hot weather
that memory is forever imprinted in my mind like some rom com. I probably looked like shit that day with my old shirt on,
but you always stood out like arm candy. If you’d known what I thought, you’d probably say I’m being too hard on myself, but it’s tough being with a guy that you believe looks better than you.

I mean, you’re always smiling, even when you’re annoyed; you got this curve about your lips and chicks come running at your feet… I mean, I did. Maybe I was just a number one fan. But anyway, it was the best thing ever
having nothing else in common but our interest for making out and grabbing each other. I think the deepest conversation we ever had was on the beach that night when I asked you what you were thinking, and you gave the most ‘umm… like are we supposed to be thinking?’ type of pause and said something pretty cute and mediocre like, “It’s a nice night… I’m with a nice girl…” Inside I thought, ‘that’s it?’ but looking back, welp, that was it indeed… and hey, it was honest.

Good times, nice ass, and a lot of funny situations. We had the most amount of smiles and never really talked.

He said I was the best girlfriend he ever had, and likewise, he was the nicest piece of a$$ I ever got. Man it was so fun. I love him forever and deeply, just because of that.

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Rock the boat

Daylight, turns into sweet night light
Your face, shines in a new type of light
Your smile, is the only thing I think of
In the new dawn

It stayed; it lingered on the dance floor
You said, you want to see me dance some more
In a dream
I left, not caring what you mean
Next day, not anything was different
But come time, I see you there from faraway

That smile, did something to me
Wanting, more and more
And more some more
‘Till it’s full blown
Like it’s something substantial
No deny
That we’re in it for the real deal
It’s not too late
It’s a new start to a new day
You with me
Like we’re rocking on a love boat
To nowhere
Got you in my arms, my new friend
Dusk mates; heart shines genuine like diamonds
With you here
Got everything I wanted
Just say it
Say how much you really love it
I wanna hear you
Sigh it again

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Forever in love

Forever in love with you
Like a puppeteer who falls for the puppet
I’ll go where I want to
I’ll go next to you
Walking on the edge, trying not to fall
Imagining strings from up above

Arms wide open, accepting all the showers of blame
That fall like false promises and pieces of burnt ash
There’s lingering distance; an incomplete vase
Eternal rifts and worlds drifted apart
Incomplete songs, half finished thoughts
Visions that burst and turn into dust
Acknowledging all that, with a smile somewhere in my heart

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Shiny dim eyes

He looked at me with shiny eyes. We were lying next to each other and it was dark. He smiled with a curvature on his lips
And he didn’t say a thing
And when he spoke, he purred deep words. He placed my fallen hair strands back behind my ears and told me that I’m the one. The cicadas made noise outside our window
But I couldn’t speak and I was convinced. His dark eyes made a twinkle and he said he loved me and he asked if I loved him too, and this time I said,
“For real I do.” He smiled and caressed my cheek as he kept his gaze.
“Good,”
said the devil.

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My man, meadows

The sea side is far from here. The meadows sway in their own faint little tunes. This grain matches my mustard color sweater. I like the color of the sun; the way the light reflects across the sky in beams and touches my sweater. If you were to look closely into my eyes, you’d see the reflection of the blue sky that I’m glancing at. I can’t help but somewhat smile. I feel that he is here. That he knows just where to find me over these hills. Today’s a beautiful day, and I can’t help love this beautiful earth with its majestic colors… I guess I’m a pauper. I’d rather lie out here and live to live like this, and die like this. I never want to be in a different state. I wouldn’t know myself when I’m angry. It isn’t who I think of. Skin red and hot, flushing blood. And the speed at which I run, running away, running towards. This lust for power… no. I just want to be in love forever. Your heart is so genuine, and so lost we are together. Your eyes, there’s a spiral staircase in them that goes somewhere. I’m lost. I lose. There’s a white flag rising next to me; I’m no fighter. You, the world that created you, this world that we’re lying atop; this is all that ever means anything, this is all that I’ll ever remember. I don’t even expect you to find me here, you’re with me everywhere.

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