Youve Always Been Defensive

“You’ve always been defensive

and closed off to the world,

violent rather than vulnerable,

so point your gun at me--

I’ve been standing

with open arms anyway--

if it helps you relax knowing

the trigger is on someone else

other than yourself.”

  -EL

My confession is that I've never liked poetry in my life. But I can relate to yours and I enjoy reading yours.

That really means a lot, thank you. Any chance I get to turn someone on to poetry is a bonus in my book!

Confess your thoughts about me!

And I swear someone threw glitter on the black paper sky.

EL

so, about a year ago, i started talking to this guy. i started to fall in love with him and i thought it was mutual, but idk anymore because he stopped talking to me for the most part up until like a week ago. my friends say he likes me because he pays me special attention over other people (constantly looking at me, talking to me and ignoring everyone else) but i'm weary. should i give him a second try or not? i'm still so in love with him and i'm afraid it'll make me do something dumb.

Hmm, I would say wait and see if he has an ulterior motive. I’m not sure why he would stop talking and then randomly come back without an agenda. From my experiences, I’d be cautious and test out the waters before doing anything too hasty. I hope everything works out though and let me know how it goes! Hopefully, that helps you.

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Today she walked right past me. Well I guess, Even when we didn't pretend being strangers, We were never the ones for big greetings. ~ A.G.

I’m not a huge greetings person either.

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“I wasn’t born a beautiful lover

like the ones you see in movies:

the ‘I would part oceans

and lasso the moon for you

just because you said to’ lover.

No, I’m much more flawed;

I’m violent and unrelenting

like the angry waves

in the middle of the sea

crashing down on a drown victim.

I’m as dry and life-sucking

as the surface of Venus

and as chilling as Pluto’s.

I’m the tortured haunting

heaving through the halls

leaving you awake and shaken

and lying stiff in bed.

I’m the tornado you see

on the horizon, hurling

towards you, only for it

to graze the outskirts of town.

I’m the mess your mama

always warned you about,

terminal and deadly,

but I was born the lover

you find only once, the

‘I will love you with everything’

lover.”

   -EL