137,459 notes   -  24 June 2014

There’s something about your brown eyes
that makes me want to write crappy poems.
Those mundane ones with cheesy metaphors like
your eyes are two cups of coffee I make first thing in the morning,
and I want to drink them and burn my tongue.
I want that dark taste to kiss my sleepy eyes awake
as I attempt to write bad poetry
at six in the morning.

There’s something about your brown eyes
that makes me want to drop similes into your bag
or slip hyperboles between your notes,
and I want to scribble you and me into a “we” or an “us.”

But it’s 6 in the evening,
and there’s no “we” or “us”
and I’m writing terrible poems
on a scrap piece of paper with a no. 2 pencil -
those mundane poems that your beautiful eyes will never get to see.

"could you maybe write a poem about wanting to write a poem for a boy with beautiful brown eyes?" (NJ.)
505 notes   -  22 June 2014




I come with baggage.
Don’t expect me
to unpack it all
just because of you.

I mean,
I may open up a
zipper or two
But some things

are better left lost in an airport
or shoved under a bed.

Trust me.

Baggage by A. V. Madison  (via elbesoie)
17,528 notes   -  17 June 2014







Theme Chunk 5, by Max davis.