i love a little bit too much

and it’s ok.

I’m a love machine.

love doesn’t die

it goes dormant.

i think we love a lot of people

but we don’t do anything about it

so the love just chills

i guess

it chills in this

tiny drawer in our hearts

we never really realize

how infinite our love is

ohh well.


A poem about an old crush

I don’t know why she always wore her hair in a side braid

Tied up the end

with a dark blue hair tie

with peach polka dots

Rare clumsy smiles cause her teeth were crooked

Cherry berry lips that looked like a new product from coca cola

cold eyes that I loved

The truth is I never really knew anything about her

I just liked the way she looked