#wlw yearning

lets get matching heart tattoos and run away

hold me close and never let go, lets fly away from it all and become the angels in the stars

I never knew true peace until you held me close

Imagine you’re sleeping with your partner and they’re pressed against you with a soft smile, tracing little hearts on your chest

i absolutely need a rainy day were we just cuddle up and sleep easy

me drinking ily juice

Whatever you do, don’t imagine your partner kissing all over your face. Don’t imagine them laughing softly as you blush and turn away from you. Definitely don’t imagine them pulling you close and pulling your hands down to keep smothing you with love.

Whether you go on a wild, loud, party date or a softer, quieter date you’re valid. As long as you’re happy with each other.

Oh to go on a road trip in a car with a mattress and see the world together with your lover. Cuddling on a blanket as you watch the sun set and the stars dance, visiting all the fun little places in each town, and how much alone time you both have. You both realise just how much you mean to each other and you can see your love grow stronger

The gender neutral urge to be loved

I want a girlfriend. I want a butch girlfriend. I want a butch girlfriend that I can hold hands with at the farmer’s market as we plan a date in which we feed each other these strawberries dipped in chocolate. I want a butch girlfriend who will help me pick out another shade of red lipstick at the store because she knows she can kiss it off of me when we get home. I want a butch girlfriend who will slowly walk her fingers up under my skirt as I unbutton her shirt. I want a butch girlfriend who will tell me my hair looks beautiful while thinking about dragging me to our bed by it later that night. I want a butch girlfriend. I want a girlfriend.

i crave to hold you in my arms and kiss your precious little face. ur touch on my ribs i will love eternally.

the pupils in your eyes were wide

when you looked at me

i feel so warm around you

the thought of you makes my heart cartwheel

i think i might be falling for you

i wish i didn’t have to leave.

im ace but GURL U GOT ME DOUBTING IT

femininity is so awesome i love being a girl and i love girls

im such a fuckin simp

did i make the same mistake again?

the power that you hold

making me forget my name

for you, your smile, your sapphire eyes

i hope this time we will last longer

i hope this time the feeling in my stomach doesn’t disappear

i’ll try to make you feel alright

as though i didn’t break your heart

i’ll take you as you are this time

i’ll try not to hope for a fantasy

but you know, im a poet

and a dreamer

i’ll set the pace

and hope you’ll follow

i want to be closer to you

you make me feel like no one else has

the power that you hold

you’re magical

i got this strange feeling in my stomach today while i was thinking about you, this heaviness and warmth, i wanted to giggle and smile because you~~ i feel it now as im writing this

oh honey

how i want to hold you close

my heart longs for your fingers tangled in mine

once again im falling

please don’t break my shriveled heart

carving pumpkins, hayrides, and stomping on crunchy leaves would be so much better if you did it with your girlfriend

i shaved my hair in the back and the amount of yearning i have for my girlfriend to rub the back of my head is so intense that i’m just trying to . Vibe y'know

not a single piece of poetry
can ever express the ache within my heart-

tongue tied

i grasp for every opportunity
to talk to you
i’m sorry if it makes me seem weak
however you’re this drug everyone
tells me to stay away from
but tell me how can i stay away from those
glorious eyes and
precious smile

this is why i can’t have you
this is why i must be without you
you may be breathtaking
but the consequences are devastating-

forbidden fruit

i saw you today
in the first time in months
your hair has changed; when doesn’t it?
it’s your natural hair: mousy brown curls
your eyes are the same though
a beautiful green like the summer fields
with daisies, daffodils i could call my own
you laugh at someone’s remark

and i feel at home-

why are you so beautiful

we’ve been parted for so long

far, far, faraway,

your eyes, your lips, your touch are

far, far, faraway,

days leading up to our meeting feel so

far, far faraway,

the reality of being able to kiss; your tender lips is

far, far, faraway,

“happy valentines day,”
i whisper to no one but the moon
the clock strikes midnight, and i’m left awake;
awake with the silence of the night,
and the deafening sound of my thoughts
of course, you’re on my mind at this hour; when are you not?

you are like honeysuckle, mounting the walls of my heart
the walls that were built to protect, but you somehow
find the cracks and seep through
you wrap thick vines around my heart, planting a seed of
your sweet, sweet destruction
and let the white flowers blossom

you think i would stop you, but no;
the sweet taste is addictive

you see her in aphrodite herself

-to call them beautiful, is an understatement, for she holds the universe in their eyes

you were never mine in the first place
but the serpent of your name
carved in someone else’s heart
has the same poison in its fangs
as the serpent that would be
if you belonged to me

its bite intoxicated me with jealousy,
infecting my bloodstream, and every inch of my being
but i have no right to be this way,
for i am not yours, and you are not mine

yet, why do i present the same symptoms
as someone who watched their lover fall for someone else
doctor, oh doctor, can you cure me of this ailment
may i mistake these feelings for something
they are not

the tattoos adorned on your skin tell a story
let me trace every page; let me consume each word
i’m know you are aware of my desire for reading

there are moons inked on your back
i caught a glimpse of them, amidst last week’s heat
my cheeks reddened as if i imposed on something intimate
yet my eyes were bewitched and my gaze remained glued

i am intrigued, needless to say,
may i learn more of this tale?
or is this an instance of passing by a bookshop window
and never finding that windowsill display again

i barely even know you
you are not the woman you present yourself as
but, i know more about you than others like me do
so tell me please,

will there ever come a day i will learn of your moons?
-this is not something the textbooks can answer

i knew you were never attainable,
so i love you from afar
the idea of you so beautiful,
i refuse to seek the true reality

wonder is a synonym for beauty
we fall for things we do not understand
for the excitement of not knowing intoxicates our souls
the thrill of risking everything for the unknown is romantic

strip something of its essence, and replace it with fact and figure,
the appeal is no longer existent; the thrill cease to be
el sol glows as a gentle jewel hanging from my window
up close, she wields enchanting flames of destruction