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Puzzle Love

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Puzzle Love

The rock doesn’t mean a thing.

Nor the piece of paper

Or even a last name.

I know my pain will be washed away like the smell off of bed sheets.

I know the only tears I’ll cry further are from happiness and laughter.

I look forward to each day, because I’ll know well be together. And I’m sorry for the understatement but I’ll love you until forever.

Im no longer worried, because it’s you I see when I look in the mirror.

I’ve been trying to find me for so long, I almost gave up.

Weird,

but your kind of like a shadow, always a couple steps ahead of me.

Howl at the moon.

Shout at the sunset.

Fight with time,

it always seems to be moving slowly.

But occasionally.

The moon talks back to me.

The sun relaxes me.

Time is of essence so anytime with you completes me.

Natures now screaming at me, theres no longer a reason to stress.

Co-pilot on my spaceship.

No one sees me but you, I’m Alien. Immigrated love..If I could give you the world.

I’d spin it a couple of times just so gravity could grab me, and marinate me into space.

Until.

I come down from this high float down to cloud 9 lay by your side.

And as we lay –

Grab the sun and hand it to you,

because in such a dark world

your smile deserves to shine.

Fuck a boy.

I gotta man who would catch me if I fall.

No longer feeling misunderstood,

I remind him of pokemon.

He feels my thoughts, sees my feelings, heals my soul, warms my heart… he’s capturing all of me no matter the condition !

I wrote this poem for you baby.

Feel my words caressing your heart.

Hear me walking in your head,

we’ve come too far for me to feel lost.

All the hurdles popping up, I swear we training for a marathon

In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged.

But I got you and you got me.

Together Screaming “FUCK” whoever doubts our love.

Let your heart be my canvas.

My words are the paint.

My voice is the brush.

The eyes are the artist.

Picasso of my thoughts.

Erykah Badu of his actions.

Baby,

Baby

we’re free!

The angels are your brothers spread your wings.

I’ll bring out my halo.

Hear the harps playing from above the sweetest songs.

Listen babe, the heavens are playing our theme song.

We’re blessed with each other,

Formula for tranquility

So.

The ring doesn’t mean a thing

Nor the piece of paper

Or even a last name.

Our love would still remain the same and grow stronger. Strategical hearts.

The missing piece to each others puzzle.

Your the reason my heart beats again, my ice age is over.

–Leighrick

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My Love is a Bottomless Pit

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You don’t want to fall in love with someone like me.

I’ll love you like no other,

a different level from a mother,

more loyal than a brother, and

more caring than a sister.

I will roll with you till wheels fall off, and

fly with you until my wings no longer flap.

If I was the only one in high spirits,

I’d be caring you on my back.

I’ll reveal you to a part of yourself

you’ve never seen, but

have always known was there, yet

no one believed.

I mean, sense I’m being honest,

I’ll love you even when you don’t love me.

If you were losing sight,

I’d give you my eyes.

Then you will see that real lies within me.

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, and now you see the real me,

skin deep.

You don’t want to fall in love with me,

If you happen to, I’ll be sure to keep a couple of band-aids handy,

in case you scrape a knee.

I am too faithful.

I know how to forgive.

I’ll enlighten you when if ever you are uneducated.

Pick you up when your at your lowest, then

slap the shit out you and tell you to, “Keep Going”

I care too much.

I let you breathe.

Make you laugh when you’re crying,

I’m all you want and all you need…

But,

Don’t fall in love with me.

I’m told I’m a heart maker.

Revitalizing love making meaningful lust.

Trust Me.

You don’t want to fall in love

with me.

I don’t seem to learn my lessons.

I resurrect hearts and they break mine.

Only love me if you can teach me how to hate at the same time.

The only person I hate is myself for equipping these hearts to break mine.

Conclusively,

don’t love me because then…

you’ll never stop falling.

-Leighrick

Loves Crushing Piracy

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Climb into my mind and see

Swimming through my feelings

It’s you I’m thinking of

Frankly, I think my oceans deep enough.

I hope you swim good.

Theres still a few lost at sea.

Overboard.

Overseas.

Robbed the booty, and

Walked the plank.

Then wondering why my cannons out.

Trying to relate ships.

Trying to become mates.

So I set sails and drift away.

They asking where I’m going,

I’m trying to see what’s past the horizon.

Like there has to be a reason why the sun sets behind it,

Together it’s so beautiful.

I’m getting tired seeing this water,

Ignoring the simple fact that answers are within.

Don’t read this and get see sick on this journey through my mind.

You can exit through my eyes.

So you can see where I’m headed.

If not,

There’s another exit,

My behind.

Putting up fronts but when really what he has turned to me are his back.

I’ve been there,

Bending down on one knee, anchoring my helping hand.

Then as soon as he grabbed hold.

I wake up in the same place as the rest of them.

Asking, “why are you so tall?”

But he can’t hear me.

The smoke is loud and the lights are bright.

Laying in the dimness of my being,

In actuality it was his shadow.

But You swore to me I was your guiding light.

Flashing lights,

Flash backs.

I wear glasses in secrecy,

The clarity is sometimes hard to bare.

I have 2 naked eyes, and don’t like keeping them closed.

Exposed to Everyone.

I put on an eyepatch.

It’s said, “the eyes are the windows to the soul”, but

How can you get in, if you don’t have both keys?

 

Stay with me please.

 

So now I’m walking around awkward as fuck.

Who would want to fall in Love with a Cyclopes like me?

I remove the patch.

Instead I stay with a pair of shades, like a pair of shoes to my feet.

Like Michael and his J’s.

I don’t know if I’m asking to be loved, or

Warning you not to love me.

I guess it’s up to you, how do you steer?

Should I keep it up notch,

Tho I’m more comfortable in neutral?

Does your mind control your feelings?

Im I getting to deep in to you personal.

My mine can barely control the excessive giggles that start when you get my heart jumping.

Dare to hop aboard?

Promise I won’t scar if you change your mind and decide to leave.

Tho my heart bleed internally, what more damage could it do when its constantly beating me to death,

But I’m not complaining.

A captain always goes down with their ship.

So this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been drown by my feelings, gasping for breaths in between tears.

Below sea level.

I rise above it, and

I ride the waves.

Beyond see level.

Flying.

That’s how I ease the pain.

I hope atleast for now you won’t touch the chest,

In which my hearts lays,

Until you’re ready.

 

-Leighrick

The Easy Way is Hard

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If I could write you a poem to make you fall in in love, I wouldn’t because thats the easy way out.

There isn’t a problem getting you to give in to my words, but there’s no guaranteed way out.

If I could write you a poem to make you want to marry my every thought, I wouldn’t. Id rather you pay a penny for my 2-sense like everyone else.

Re-establish my sadness to being mad, reminding me why I deserve to be happy.

If I could write you a song to make you tolerate my attitude, I’d be mad at you.

I’m not suppose to be the only one arguing, a relationship is built for two, and your silence is the anchor holding us down.

 And

If I could write you a poem to make you into the man I want to love, I wouldn’t because then…

Then it would be no fun finding each other.

 -Leighrick

Questions

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Maybe I can never tell you with my mouth how much I love you, how vital you are to my being..

Maybe I can never write a poem with a million different words of affection, that will be worth reading..

Maybe I will never take you to a place with majestic scenery that eyes are worthy of seeing..

But when I hold you, all doubts, all questions, all fears, will extinguish, Because this fire in my heart is never leaving…ill keep you warm.

 

-Leighrick

Subliminal Trenches

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You dig, I trip.

You keep diggin’, I’ll fall.

You dig deeper, I might evolve  into someone greater than the woman before the fall.

Will you catch me?

If not, I hope there’s cushioning.

I’m not comfortable falling under the conditions of second guessing.

I don’t think I’m ready. I swear, I turned my head and you pushed me.

Or was it when I bent down to tie my shoe, is that the reason you offered to do it for me?

You put a lot of work into that digging, was it all for me?

Or is there another falling after me, Is there someone before me?

Am I the only one trying to grasp it?

 

I know that some times happens, but I’m not too fond of traffic.

Is this a two way street?

Red is Stop. Yellow is Yield. Green is Go.

So should I go now, slow down, and stop completely at a stand-still?

Or should I stop now, start slow, then go through with the motions.

At the rate I’m falling now…I may hit the bottom of the ocean.

I’m running out of metaphors, I think I have hit the bottom line.

Like basically, I like you. I can see Love if we both try.

 

I’m not sure if you know this poem is about you. I’d be disappointed if you couldn’t decipher

if your right from what I write.

Sometimes I feel like you know me so well, but there’s a lot of stuff I hide.

Like my smile behind my pride. The pain behind my eyes. The fear behind my laugh. These feelings behind these lines.

 

Truthfully, I had to write this to get you off my mind.

Unfortunately, right now I don’t have time.

 

I have tunnel vision. Right now I’m at that red light.

I’ma take my time tho, until that light mellows out to yellow.

When I have my goals straight, my thoughts in place, and my dreams at the finish line.

If you’re still there waiting, I’ll come pick you up on the way.

 

All I ask of you is not to feel obligated to wait on me.

I’m still waiting on myself.

I’d rather put development into myself, instead of you accompanying me on the trail and errors.

I want to be ready. I have yet to discover my full self.

I guess I wrote this piece to express these feelings subliminally.

I’ll laugh when you think this poem is about you, but

Who else could it be?

 

Peace,

 

–Leighrick

Willing Love

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My eyes have opened. My mouth has closed. My ears are tuned in.

You got me focused In this moment, I can’t move, only stare.

Play a game of truth, if we dare. How bout two truths and a lie?

I’m falling for you. I’m on the ground. I don’t know how I got here.

I only know I don’t want to leave, like the branches from the trees when Autumn comes around.

Unaware of where we’re going, I just know I’m with it if your with it.

I don’t mean to be blunt, but I can take you higher, if your willing?

In this room feeling boxed in; however there’s no ceiling. Just mirrors.

I paint the picture, not brave enough to be detailed, but I know you see the image. Like when you fall asleep and dream, yeah I know that I be in ’em.

Chasing thoughts, you try to hide, instead I’m conquering your vision. Trying to cease your emotions, they’re so deep I can swim in them. If I start drowning, does that mean I’m the reason your feeling them?

All those bad memories am I killing them? Like there’s a reason you didn’t meet me first, then you wouldn’t know this feeling then.

Love doesn’t come easy not even when it leaves. Stick with me and you’ll know when it comes it’ll never leave.

Willingly,

–Leighrick