for @schmoopielove.
the smell of freshly brewed coffee and scrambled eggs
the sweet taste of orange juice and your lips
your skin so soft against my touch
your whispering responses as i kiss your body the way you love it the most
the moment before you totally lose it
the fact that you cross the ocean to fall into my arms
the moment when we get lost in each other
when you lay naked next to me and you breathe in my american air
when you tell me you love me
the lazy moments when we sit on my balcony and watch crowded central park
the crazy mornings when you want to cook me vegan breakfast
when you step into the shower while i’m there
when you hold my hand and promise to never let go
when i write songs about you
that’s when i know it
i know the whole truth
that all is good
Étiquette : gillovny poetry
the morning after.
the morning after i killed myself i found myself sleeping naked next to your beautiful porcelain body
i was breathing in your sweet scent and i was cursing myself for being so irrational the day before
the morning after i killed myself i found myself loving you even more and that kinda scared me because i was leaving you alone
i was crying inside screaming and cursing myself for being so irrational the day before
the morning after i killed myself i looked deep into your eyes and i promised you that you’ll never be lonely
i know this will hurt you and i hate it and i was cursing myself for being so irrational the day before
the morning after i killed myself i promised myself that i will give you the world and you’ll always be by my side
so i took you with me and now we’re together for as long as we’re dead and i’m cursing myself for being so irrational the life before
atom.
it’s been 86 days
since i saw you
every atom of me misses you
and screams your nameplease come back
i’ve never need you
like i do right now
i’m crying my heart outwhen you love someone
you’re supposed to always feel their presence
but i don’t and it scares me
that i keep forgetting your scentplease come back
i need to feel you
fall asleep on your chest
and make every atom of me love you more
2000 hours.
i tend to write a lot about eternity. but maybe that’s because it’s the definition of gilovny.
2000 hours
it’s been too long
i’ve been seeing you in every possible way of my imagination
a smoke from a cigarette looks like your wavy hair
drops of red wine look like your full lips
it’s fucking sad that i’m closer to hell than to london
i’m sitting at the beach
drunk teenagers are running around screaming
remember when we were laying at that beach
your naked body
slightly wet skin
covered in rays of sunshine
and my kisses
you tell me to come
it’s funny that i’ll be asking you the same thing when i’m finally there
i’m close
on my way
suddenly london is as close as heaven
2000 hours were worth it
cause now the fucking eternity comes
i haven’t seen you in a while.
just know that gillovny isn’t over, okay? it’s much more than just a relationship.
oh, and i will be back soon with more posts! anyone missed me?
i haven’t seen you in a while
and nothing
i am nothing
dead inside
with cigarettes and bottle of wine
i haven’t seen you in a while
and nothing
i’m still alive
but barely breathing
laying on bed surrounded by the pictures of you
looking empty at the ceiling
i haven’t seen you in a while
and nothing
i try my best
but i fail every time and fall very hard
where are you when i need you to catch me?
i haven’t seen you in a while
and nothing
i’m still counting the days
waiting for you to knock on my door
and say you’ll stay forever
i haven’t seen you in a while
and nothing
but the knock on the door
you’re here
and i’m ready
I missed you!!
And I missed your poetry! ❤
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